Humming insects
ripe fruit
falling from the
neighbor’s avocado
tree and eaten by
our dachsund growing
plump and round
while night crickets
make their rasping
cricket sounds
Apricot Summers
Asphalt streets
sizzling hot sending
waves of rippling
water mirages seen
in the noon day sun
slowly disappearing
cool evenings
light drawn June bugs
sticking to the
backdoor screening
Apricot Summers
© August 2011 Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
Renee, pretty poem and I love the pic.
Pamela
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Thank You Pamela! I looked for quite awhile and then realized all I had to do was to enter the words “photos of apricots” and all sorts came up on the screen. I think I make things too difficult.
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Mouth-watering Poem…. beautifully put together with photo.. 🙂 Keep writing my new Friend Renee… you have such wonderful talent .. Dreamwalker
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Thank you Sue for all your encouragement. I sometimes, like most writers (I believe), do not have the confidence I should and find my writing lacking but they say those that are creative are most critical of what they create. Some truth there I would say.
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what a delightful poem You can feel and taste the Apricot summers eventhough it is winter here. Thanks and I love the picture as well
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Thank you Marja! I am always glad to see you here. Hope Winter is going well in your part of the world.
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Love the way you spin poetry around such things.,, i think i need to develop my observations..
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Your observations are of the heart, lady nimue, and always it is a pleasure you share them. Thank you for your comment.
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Some really lovely hot summer images here. Mouthwatering photo!
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your dog eats apricot? smart fellow!
loved the beautiful poem, reminded me of our summers, trees full of ripe mango, birds chirping tiredly,
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No, not apricots, Trisha, but the avocados from the tree next door. This was when my mother was still alive…years ago…and the dachsund named Cindy loved them and got so fat we then had to watch for the fruit to fall and go pick them up before she got to them. All she would leave would be the seed. 🙂
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Fantastic poem – the ‘apricot summers’ is such a great image and line (the picture is amazing) and love the repetition. Also love the description of the mirage on the road.
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Thank you Gabrielle. I have fond memories of Summers growing up.
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Delightful, and yummy!! I love apricots ~~
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