11: Open - Nov 2021

Orchards in The Sun

Bashful rays seep 
through the fragrant
petals of freshly 
blooming buds 

weeping branches hang 
with ripened fleshy
yearning to be plucked 
from their bearer’s arms

the ephemeral light
over boundless fields

as the hatching twilight 
cocoons the sky

the fleeting summer solstice 
into a jaded
umber dusk 

so come. feast. 
while the belly of the harvest is full 
and the horizon is bleak. 

-Raylene Naidoo

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