Still Life

I like tonight That my tin top kitchen table Is set much like those Still life displays Of my art classrooms Long long ago With a bisque bowl Laddened with succulent fruits The rosy ripening peach perfect It's velvet fuzz sweating sweet A pear so plumb, begs to be bitten An orange heavy swollen with juice Nestled in lightly falling evening shade Caressed by the aromatic mint leaves Stemmed and standing, a bundled bunch Tomorrow will lace a midday meal For now it's fragrance lofts about And fills me fabulous fine In the center, upon grandma's doily Dances the delicate bouquet Of hand picked lilacs In a plain white milk pitcher Elegant and effortless the same Asking for me to pencil onto paper The prettiness that sits as my still life