When summer heat climbs over the blue-tiled eaves We step into the pear orchard, following cicadas’ songs Branches hold plump green-and-yellow orbs Like cradling all the sweetness of a summer long
Baskets swing gently on our arms Fingertips tap the crisp, round perfection Someone stands on tiptoes, reaching for the highest fruit Laughter startles light spots from the leaves’ protection
Cardboard boxes pile up with harvests And chats between colleagues, warm and free In the curve of sweat drops rolling down Lurk sweeter moments than the pears could be
Sunset stretches shadows far and wide Fruit fragrance from the truck bed drifts through the glass This collective journey in July Coats every day with an extra layer of sugar
