What tells you ripeness, Love? What tells you wonder?
To green a bud to bloom, to burst, to plunder Spring’s
Dear light. Who is most wonderful? Who struts
In chartreuse dress, rose crepuscule and full finesse?
Who shakes you low and shakes you high, with bright
Fruit, fan, and mango husk. Whose orange is as orange
Does, and tiger-lily-stars the air. Whose grace espouses
Heft and hue? Who does things better? Summer. You.
This poem is from Pangyrus’s poetry collection, What Tells You Ripeness: Black Poets on Nature, Edited by Nikki Wallschlaeger (available in our store).