sweet fragrant haze
hovers over the old orchard
gnarled trees hang heavy
bowing to the glowing grace
of spring pollen and flower
nature’s mystical promise
of renewal and recreation
ripe and luscious
blushed fruit beckons and tempts
seduction of summer peaches
thecourseofourseasons 
sadly peaches don’t grow in my part of the world but this brings back memories living in the Golden Horseshoe in Ontario and the peach festivals.
oh John, truly a sad situation – a summer without peaches – smiles – happy that it brought back sweet memories- thanks for dropping by – K
wonderful photo like an old Dutch painting. I can really smell these wonderful fruits, which I love
thank you, Mitza – it reminded me of those old still lifes too. I appreciate you dropping by – smiles – K
Almost erotic! Enjoy your peaches… 🙂
We have a few on a south facing fence here too, but thy are not commonly grown in the UK.
I am very lucky to live near an orchard – so beautiful – and bountiful! Peaches are definitely a sensual pleasure – and one I revel in for as long as the season allows! smiles – K
This poem makes me wish I had some peaches with me now. Lovely!
With an orchard near, it is one of those treasured pleasures of summer – fresh peaches for as long as the season lasts – thank you for dropping in and for commenting – I appreciate it! K