Offering

Offering

© carol voccia 2009




I bloomed and ripened for this day

A reluctant fruit poised

Fully plumped

Juiced with sweet

My tartness gone with seasoned weather

Offering to be plucked by

One who will recognize my taste

I live among the leaves

Softly shadow dancing in the wind

Moving with the breathe spiritus

In all its goodness

Waiting




Reach for me



Inside the tree my fruit its offering


The tonic real
Your appetite perfect

Savor and consume

So I may reside within your trusting fiber