The nostalgia of lammas fruit picking time where often the ripeness of the fruit provokes thoughts of fulfillment.




These Greengage Autumns by M.A.Meddings

Now is the Greengage picking time 
When summers last  blushes have kissed the plum trees 
And we wander in long lammas orchards 
In barefoot enjoyment hand in hand 
With pannier baskets before us 
Mule laden whicker work  boding the smells of belated autumn 
Hot afternoons beneath the gnarled Damson trees 
Mellow cooled evenings by the stream 
Those  mossy banks  that  dampened  your dress 
Right Through to you panties 
And the enchanting bewitching of me
As you  stripped to nothing 
Doused in a lovers pool you beckoned me in 
And we lovers in this green gage moment 
Touched 
Then held our breaths 
To the promise of  these greengage autmns
And us



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Written on 2007-05-11 at 07:53

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i almost feel the scent of autumn in my heart!... a wonderful imagery here, dear Mike!
Lilly xxx
2007-05-13


kath
a beautiful and tender strength in this love that is captured so delicatly with the images of autumn this wonderful season where everything carries it self in such a rich and dramatic way ...

autumn is the season I love the most for its beauty in coulor and everything else ....

very well done
kath
2007-05-11


penfold18
A nature poem with sexy overtones a very well crafted poem Micheal.
2007-05-11


Kathy Lockhart
this one took my breath away again. What a lovely scene you have painted with your words and the mood is full of romance and pure sweet love. It is one of your best for sure, It is beautiful my Darling. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyb
2007-05-11