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.