The Orange Tree

Maria Mocha,

An orange tree grows

alone in a public grove.

Slowly he stretches up

plucking one orange.

His wrinkled hands are worn

weathered by a brutal life.

It calms his heart peeling

fleshy squishy sweetness.

Each peel his hand performs

is delicately, neatly done.

Time is not a healer

he admits it is a stealer.

He practices mindful patience

savoring its scent and taste.

An orange assuages him

soothing his ripped psyche.

–by Maria Mocha © 2021

Published by Maria Mocha

I love creative writing and photography and I am passionate about both. I write poetry, essays, short stories and various thoughts about different topics. Sometimes I will post pictures I have taken as well. Writing eases my mind, releases tension in my heart and cleanses my soul. I will post a variety of my writings I have done over the past 20+ years and current writings. I will also post various photos I have taken from time to time as I also like photography as well. I welcome you to my blog and I hope you enjoy it.

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