The
Persimmons Poem we found was dangling from the delicate branches of the
tree that was once choked with leaves and fruit. At the end of the
season, what was left were a few, sweet, sugary, nectar heavy and plump
persimmons that were barely hanging on. They were calling out to be
hand-picked.
We’ve been waiting for the rains to
shower the persimmons one last time so that we can capture the fruit
glistening in its final beauty before we plucked them from the branches.
The persimmons love the rain. We know this because the fruit just glows
after a good cold shower. Their rich orange color against the delicate
branches just have us standing, staring in awe.
- See more at: http://whiteonricecouple.com/garden/persimmons-poem/#sthash.DUAF7Od5.dpuf
The
Persimmons Poem we found was dangling from the delicate branches of the
tree that was once choked with leaves and fruit. At the end of the
season, what was left were a few, sweet, sugary, nectar heavy and plump
persimmons that were barely hanging on. They were calling out to be
hand-picked.
We’ve been waiting for the rains to
shower the persimmons one last time so that we can capture the fruit
glistening in its final beauty before we plucked them from the branches.
The persimmons love the rain. We know this because the fruit just glows
after a good cold shower. Their rich orange color against the delicate
branches just have us standing, staring in awe.
- See more at: http://whiteonricecouple.com/garden/persimmons-poem/#sthash.DUAF7Od5.dpuf
The
Persimmons Poem we found was dangling from the delicate branches of the
tree that was once choked with leaves and fruit. At the end of the
season, what was left were a few, sweet, sugary, nectar heavy and plump
persimmons that were barely hanging on. They were calling out to be
hand-picked.
We’ve been waiting for the rains to
shower the persimmons one last time so that we can capture the fruit
glistening in its final beauty before we plucked them from the branches.
The persimmons love the rain. We know this because the fruit just glows
after a good cold shower. Their rich orange color against the delicate
branches just have us standing, staring in awe.
- See more at: http://whiteonricecouple.com/garden/persimmons-poem/#sthash.DUAF7Od5.dpuf
The
Persimmons Poem we found was dangling from the delicate branches of the
tree that was once choked with leaves and fruit. At the end of the
season, what was left were a few, sweet, sugary, nectar heavy and plump
persimmons that were barely hanging on. They were calling out to be
hand-picked.
We’ve been waiting for the rains to
shower the persimmons one last time so that we can capture the fruit
glistening in its final beauty before we plucked them from the branches.
The persimmons love the rain. We know this because the fruit just glows
after a good cold shower. Their rich orange color against the delicate
branches just have us standing, staring in awe.
- See more at: http://whiteonricecouple.com/garden/persimmons-poem/#sthash.DUAF7Od5.dpuf
The
Persimmons Poem we found was dangling from the delicate branches of the
tree that was once choked with leaves and fruit. At the end of the
season, what was left were a few, sweet, sugary, nectar heavy and plump
persimmons that were barely hanging on. They were calling out to be
hand-picked.
We’ve been waiting for the rains to
shower the persimmons one last time so that we can capture the fruit
glistening in its final beauty before we plucked them from the branches.
The persimmons love the rain. We know this because the fruit just glows
after a good cold shower. Their rich orange color against the delicate
branches just have us standing, staring in awe.
- See more at: http://whiteonricecouple.com/garden/persimmons-poem/#sthash.DUAF7Od5.dpuf
The
Persimmons Poem we found was dangling from the delicate branches of the
tree that was once choked with leaves and fruit. At the end of the
season, what was left were a few, sweet, sugary, nectar heavy and plump
persimmons that were barely hanging on. They were calling out to be
hand-picked.
We’ve been waiting for the rains to
shower the persimmons one last time so that we can capture the fruit
glistening in its final beauty before we plucked them from the branches.
The persimmons love the rain. We know this because the fruit just glows
after a good cold shower. Their rich orange color against the delicate
branches just have us standing, staring in awe.
So we each snapped a verse from the tree. Voila, our visual Persimmon Poem.
hugs,
Diane and Todd
The
Persimmons Poem we found was dangling from the delicate branches of the
tree that was once choked with leaves and fruit. At the end of the
season, what was left were a few, sweet, sugary, nectar heavy and plump
persimmons that were barely hanging on. They were calling out to be
hand-picked.
We’ve been waiting for the rains to
shower the persimmons one last time so that we can capture the fruit
glistening in its final beauty before we plucked them from the branches.
The persimmons love the rain. We know this because the fruit just glows
after a good cold shower. Their rich orange color against the delicate
branches just have us standing, staring in awe.
- See more at: http://whiteonricecouple.com/garden/persimmons-poem/#sthash.DUAF7Od5.dpuf
This painting had been chosen by the Federation of Canadian Artists for the juried Exhibition "Canvas Unbound 2013"
I'll announce it closer to the date of the Show.
Still-life with Persimmons
20"x 20"
oil on canvas
SOLD
Mu Ch'i's Persimmons - Gary SnyderOn a back wall down the hall
lit by a side glass door
is the scroll of Mu Ch’i’s great
sumi painting, “Persimmons”
The wind-weights hanging from the
axles hold it still.
The best in the world, I say,
of persimmons.
Perfect statement of emptiness
no other than form
the twig and the stalk still on,
the way they sell them in the
market even now.
The original’s in Kyoto at a
lovely Rinzai temple where they
show it once a year
this one’s a perfect copy from Benrido
I chose the mounting elements myself
with the advice of the mounter
I hang it every fall.
And now, to these overripe persimmons
from Mike and Barbara’s orchard.
Napkin in hand,
I bend over the sink
suck the sweet orange goop
that’s how I like it
gripping a little twig
those painted persimmons
sure cure hunger
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