On a cold, dark and grumpy morning, I thought how wonderful it would
be to look out on oranges and lemons. Such generous and hopeful fruits.
ORANGES AND LEMONS
We dream of lemon trees,
Lemons clean and sharp,
Shining through the hunched up
Unwilling darkness
Of a garden sunk in frost.
Our dreams grow wilder,
More voluptuous,
Wishing orange trees
In our small patch,
Each little fruit a captured sun.
Oranges and lemons,
Whose deep beauty
Brings sun and moon
Into our enraptured
Eyes and hands.
© 2020 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 