Poetry by Barbara Santucci
Remember those golden d’Anjou pears
that arrived every Christmas Eve in a wooden box,
each flirty orb nestled inside brown shredded paper.
On Christmas morning, their gold
brightened frosty windows panes,
like ornaments glittering on the tree.
You sliced down to the pear’s core,
spread warm Brie over firm flesh
while warming your toes by a fire.
Now, lips chapped by January frost,
hunger for their subtle sweetness.
Dry cracked hands long to cradle their soft skin.
What would you give
for those golden d’Anjou pears
that arrived last Christmas Eve in a wooden box?
Barbara Santucci is a literary and visual artist. She explores the themes of nature, family, and self-reflection. Her poetry has been published in several journals: Plants and Poetry Journal, The Bluebird Word, Writing in a Woman’s Voice, and Macrame Literary Journal. Barbara has published three picture books. Visit her at barbarasantucci.com.
