The morning of tangerines
rises with the color
of sunrise in late fall
Reddish-orange orbs
Families ripening collectively
on a single branch
Dressed in green foliage
Upon the heavily laden tree
Light rises in my heart
My heart is light
Full of life’s happiness
Joy love heightens
Catching smart and sweet citrus
Rooted in my soul
Months of solitude
Solo globe gracing the lengthy
Varnished wooden ingrained dresser
Passing as a television stand
A quartet of leaves dried
holding fast to
Thinner than a pencil offshoot
Soft glimmering peel of the juicy fruit
Replaced by a pumpkin gourd
Resembling the spent life
Past maturity of
The aged tangerine
Solidifies a marked time of growth
From beneath the soil
Rising towards the heights
Filled with joy love
Of the spent life
Orange as the evening sun
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