Bundling together

Not allowing we are

intruders into that special space

we call ours,

something we protect

mightily we guard, as

this for us is where

the wonder the pip brought -

the seed falling

into the ground

becoming the tree -

brings forth the lemons

taking on form

each one to their own

so special they are

dripping yellow reminding us

of really big drops of sun

brightly hanging from green branches, heavy in weight

due to ripeness

and together we both see

the image,

lush words

resulting from

that very moment

when divinely the seed fell

and with it day breaks

the eastern sky scattering full of

fleecy pieces of cloud

as if little sheep

bundling together they herd

calling each the other by name

with a level of familiarity

we imagine

touching our souls

to which involuntarily

in unison we smile

one cannot not, I say, smile

as so sweet they are

bundling together

little groups, words

sticking together

like best friends

in that special space

they call their own

like we call ours when spilling

the lemons from the basket

overflowing

in abundant fullness

like a fountain full of joy

filling that special space

we call ours

with bright yellow ripe lemons

while having eyes for only

calling each the other by name

so sweet, the little words

bundling together