Ripening
Content on my bench
in Lecce’s Parco Belloluogo,
I tipped back my head–
but leapt to my feet on seeing
an array of jeweled figs
ripening in morning sun.
Cousins! I called out in joy.
Modest they stayed, and mute,
but in that moment I knew
their pour of ancestor nurture.
The richness of relation
gave comfort to this traveller’s heart,
and into the soles of my feet, the roots
sent tender family kisses.
©Susa Silvermarie 2019
More morning photos:
Interesting your title, Ripening, and I was thinking that those strawberries were given time to ripen on the vine.
Dad liked figs…they were in that cupboard to the left of the stove.
beautiful. where are you? What’s your schedule?
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