Touch of coldA Poem by Jon Roggie
Oranges and lemons
Both trees heavy with fruit Waiting Still green Night finally has a chill Lemons turn yellow, and the oranges... well they turn orange. They needed the change. Grow in the warmth. Turn sweet in the cold. Changing before the freeze. Soon the blossoms will spread again, and fresh fruit will wait for a cold night.
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1 Review Added on November 15, 2018 Last Updated on November 15, 2018 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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