Still Life Poem by Susan Lacovara

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