Poetry in Pie
This is what nature teaches:
Time drifts quickly by
But for today we feast on peaches
There is poetry in pie
Last year brought unwelcome weather
Peaches in short supply
Which made their juices so much better
There is poetry in pie
It could be a metered sonnet
A haiku or just a sigh
Put vanilla ice cream on it
There is poetry in pie
A slice or two could be your breakfast
Go back to bed till the sun is high
It calms whenever you are restless
There is poetry in pie
When at last I turn to dust
Bring your friends to say goodbye
Eat peaches with a flaky crust
There is poetry in pie
Throughout November I am writing a poem every day as part of an effort to raise funds for The Center For New Americans. If you like the poems (or even if you don’t) and would like to support this fantastic organization, please follow this link. Thanks.