You wait for things to ripen
Age to perfection
Like some amazing golden moment
That’s only purpose is to shine
So brightly in your eyes it hurts
If only your fantasies were like
Autumn pears
You could squeeze them
Turn them over in your hand
Decide whether or not
You would really want to
Sink your teeth into them
http://dversepoets.com/2014/08/30/harvest-open-link-night/
mishunderstood 
Waiting for that perfect fruit.. takes a few failed biting until you have that moment of perfection 🙂
So true, Bjorn. 🙂
ah i would def turn mine over…and make sure its ripe…i think there is wisdom in waiting..
and for holding out til just the right moment….we just picked pears and made jam
last weekend…
As long as we don’t let our dreams turn to mush…..
Just picked up some “chemical free” pears. Jam sounds like a great idea. 🙂
our moments are like that – we test the heft of them and weigh their worth – the scent of autumn pears clung to my hands after reading your poem- beautiful
Thank you for your sweet comments! 🙂
I love the metaphoric quality of this beautiful poem and how it progresses from fantasy to a tasty reality.
Thank you, Victoria!! 🙂
sensory
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