April 4th’s poem

We know it is time,

for sweetness and summer bliss,

when the growling grumble of the machine

changes its pitch,

and stops.

Eagerly we hold out bowls.

Our spoons dipping in,

heavy with the chill of summer’s bounty.

Cream, fruit, sugar, and joy.

Inspired via Daily Prompt: Churn and the Day 4 Prompt at NaPoWriMo

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