Unseasonal

Unseasonal harvest priced too high Just the right time to tell her a lie Not one in the market not even a seed What she wanted I thought for her own need! But plump and large they were on show Their vigor luring me calling me their glow Fresh from the soil glistening green and cute Jeered me mockingly the unseasonal fruit! What anguish breeds the unseasonal fruit Its pompous arrogance uncivilly brute You dream of its savor yearn for a slice Wish could bargain its unreachable price! It argues with you it’s only the poor’s reason They don’t taste as good as they do in the season The excuse for not having them when the price is high Reason enough to move away in failure’s depressed sigh! It’s not the right time of year in the market is not even a seed Come season you would have them plentier than your need I told her to see the radiance come back onto her face As she found not in my carry bag her requisitioned fruit’s trace! It’s not for me I want them the birds they love the seed Oh dear after so many years my need you couldn’t read Sorry dear I hold her and as the clouds leave her face See there the fruit and seed of her love seasonless!