The fruit at the market is looking very pathetic. Wrinkled, parched, wretched. Even the tangerines (mikan in Japanese, “cuties” in recent parlance in the US) are pale cousins of the wonderful treats that enlivened December and January. The other day, out of desperation I think, my husband bought a peach… it turned grey and wrinkled itself, even as its flesh stayed hard.
I wrote this little haiku, as I dream of summer peaches.Wrinkled and parched February mikan make me Dream of summer peaches.