The Fruit Bowl

You often stand alone

A small bluff rising from sterile marble counters

And uninspired kitchen tables

A colorful oasis in a desert of endless white

A burst of life among dull wood tones

You’re a fearless rogue in a land of militant conformity!

You hold in your custody, at various times,

Fresh oranges and apples,

Bright lemons and limes

Grapes and bananas dangle freely from your sides

While the seductive curves of bold peaches and pears tempt the eyes

For exotic flair, you may display a mango or kiwi

Perhaps a pineapple

Or papaya

The sight of these makes one dreamy

Whether a tropical island in paradise

Or an orchard in autumn harvest

The wonderful fruit you contain

Transports the mind to so many climates

You light up a room

And spark imaginations

And contribute to scrumptious culinary creations

You are a work of art

A splash of vibrant hues

A delightful breakfast companion

And the perfect muse