Source: WeHeartIt
First Fig
Last week was a personal celebration
of sorts …
A reunion long anticipate
Out of curiosity I saw that
First Jewel hanging ripe and ready
In my excitement I held back
from plucking that green and golden
orb and eating it with the white milk
running down my arms
Rushing inside for containers
my mouth watered and my brain
planned breakfast around these
royal delights
I braved the leaves that cause
my skin to itch and develop
horrible allergic hives
I braved the milky sap that
causes my skin to react in
other unpleasant ways
I picked and searched and
picked again until my two buckets
were full of sticky figs waiting
to satisfy my taste buds …
to quench the thirst of many years with
their delicate inner flesh
Smiling I walked inside anticipating
the sweet taste of the
First Fig …
The first after six longs years of drought
Copyright © 2017 Sharyl
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Sharyl
ANNIE'S MUSE 
Jul 23, 2017 @ 14:43:51
Lovely poem… what a great delight it must have been! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Jul 23, 2017 @ 15:57:31
It was … we had a 10 year drought … lost several Pecan trees and the fig trees lived but didn’t produce fruit until this year … beyond excited!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Jul 23, 2017 @ 16:00:45
I am so glad for your wonderful, amazing news! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Jul 23, 2017 @ 20:03:02
Thanks!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Jul 25, 2017 @ 13:42:07
That’s a taste I’ve never experienced…sounds like the picking comes with more than a proper share of side-effects. Tomato vines make me itch, but I’ve rarely liked the store-bought variety. It’s weird how some things we eat aren’t so good for some of us. But enjoy your long-awaited figs now.
LikeLike