Oh, the sweet peaches of summer,
round and full and soft,
dripping nectar, warm and fragrant,
golden and luscious, like the long lazy days.
Ah, the pleasant pears of autumn,
never asking for much attention
yet satisfying in soft unbidden ways,
if sensuously poached in red wine or robed in chocolate.
Oh, the crisp apples of winter,
tart on the tongue, sweet as love in a pie.
white and cold inside like winter days
and holiday red outside, an edible ornament.
Ah, the bliss of berries in the spring,
red and blue and black and pale gold
with as many tastes as there are colors,
and every sweet and tart bite a promise of days to come.
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