A poem a day in April, about oranges which are known to thwart illness.

The scent of oranges
Invited me
To touch their glossy
Skin
Surprisingly soft,
Supple

I picked one up
The fruit 
yielded gently,
Loose in it's peel.

Drops of water
Beaded and shining
On that smooth and
Supple skin.
Leaves 
Contrasting 
A night-time
Shade of green
Nestled among
Orange
Beautiful,
Reminiscent of 
A fall day.