Like people, pears will ripen
Picked too early you will find them
Leave it late
and there’ll be nothing left
but wasp-drilled carcasses and mush.
Choose the moment.
A cool September evening feels right –
slanting sunlight and the pears
jade green and flecked with raindrops.
Cup one in your hand
and twist – you’ll hear a click,
the branch flicks back –
you feel the full weight
in your palm.
Like people, pears bruise easily.
Don’t crowd them. Half a dozen
in each bowl is company enough.
Leave them for a day or two
to ripen in the sun.
Then bite one.
Taste the sudden gush of scented juice
upon your tongue,
that flesh as sweet as summer,
white as snow.