This overripe meloncame from a cornucopiaof unseasonable offeringsat the market,where all is availableevery month.What’s seasonal in Decemberaround here anyway?All I know is,December’s dark freezeeasily destroysthe leggy new growth of May,penetrating until she’s crushed,seeds strewn across ice.
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detail from Still Life with Fruit, Severin Roesen, 1852 |
For Margaret’s prompt to the Real Toads featuring this painting by Severin Roesen. Number 21 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans.