Oh they are so close,
not yet red tomatoes
hanging heavy on the vine
lee of the house, shaded moist ground
lush green plants, loaded with fruits
warming in the summer, late August
changing, from greens to yellows,
oranges, burnt orange,
starting to turn, to change to red
tantalizingly not yet red
mouth watering, anticipation
wanting the final turn
ripe for the harvest
August 28, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Not yet Red
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