Fallen Peaches

A poem birthed in the in-between time

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Peach tree
Photo by Ian Baldwin on Unsplash

Our winter peach tree
burst with swollen buds
longing to flower and ripen.

Frilly pink flowers emerged.

The tiny fruit started setting
ready for a love story of the ages

The fruit set in abundance
weighing down the limbs
green and hardened, waiting

for the softening

~Aimée Gramblin

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Aimée Brown Gramblin
The Brain is a Noodle

Age of Empathy founder. Creativity Fiend. Writer, Editor, Poet: life is art. Nature, Mental Health, Psychology, Art. Audio: aimeebrowngramblin.substack.com