Chuckled, the muse of delight
A Pecan orchard had wandering paths
Lost in the myriad of thoughts on love
The Moon so full on that eve
Led to where a few longings be
Whilst Jasmine captured memories
Tumbling at night under the trees
Tangled auburn hair and yours’ black
Groped together there under stars
The horned owl watched in questioning shock
Embracing as one along time ago
The aroma of peaches tossed to and fro
Walked quietly, my bare feet met strath
The Jasmine asked, would I come back?
I don’t know, I replied, and that is that
The Pecan branches blew so soft
The Moon lit the meandering path
I wondered then what life might bring
Would I ever find this way again
Saying goodbye to the orchard at eighteen
Have not traveled that path joined with any hand
But, aromatic memories so fond still permeate
The memories of youthful passionate quests
© Bonnie Jennings 2016 All Rights Reserved. Thank you
2 thoughts on “About Love and Orchards”
This brought to mind, the time I spent with my Grandparents in Comanche, Texas.
Picking up Pecans from their front yard. And eating pies and desserts my Grandmother made. I was very young but I still remember. Beautifully done.
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What a great memory of your grandparents… This picture is in Texas
Thank you friend… You’re always good to me..