In my recent college poetry class this tribute to the peach fulfilled one of my assignments. I thought it fitting to post here amid my other peachy ideas.
The Peach
A peach drips with subtle spunk,
teasing, tickling,
sweet,
an off-beat flavor, the taste of sunrise,
firm, but tender,
the pit yielding, with just a little coercion,
and a gentle tug before releasing,
so perky, the peach,
but beneath the fuzz it’s blushing;
almost embarrassed to be so good.