Sunlight dances through the trees.
Tufts of tall grass sway gently, bowing to the wind.
A blur of yellow and black whizzes by.
My hand reaches out towards the branches.
Slowly, my fingers gently envelop the plump, ripe plum.
With a bit of applied force, it separates from the branch.
Its weight rests playfully in my hand.
I pull it to my lips, taking a bite.
Sweet, sour, aromatic.
I hear a thud behind me.
Without looking, I know that an overripe plum could not hold onto its branch any longer and fell from the tree.
Sweet, sour, aromatic, bitter.
YOU ARE READING
A Touch of Wonder
PoesiaA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
