The Orange by Wendy Cope

This is the first time I have posted something by someone else, just want to make it clear that I didn't write this one, enjoy!

The Orange

By Wendy Cope

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park
This is peace and contentment. It's new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all my jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I'm glad I exist.


The Time Between

The trees and their branches await the sun, 
They conceal their impatience well, 
But one day in April their leaves appear, 
Revealing their chlorophyll. 

 Amazed we are, astounded, impressed, 
When green leaves suddenly abound, 
And before too long, they're taken for granted, 
Until they change color and fall to the ground. 

 The summer consists of the time between, 
A time of ignorance and bliss, 
When we fail to remember, 
Until September, 
It's the season we will most sorely miss.


Words on a Page

I still have all your letters, 
stashed upon my shelf, 
I've kept them there, 
all these years, 
as a comfort to myself, 
but on the occasion that they're opened, 
and all read through complete, 
I realize in my heart of hearts, 
my happiness they deplete, 
But even so, 
I keep them there, 
to remind me of life's season, 
when I was loved, 
and loved someone, 
and for no other reason, 
than love was what there was, 
what we had, 
what we knew was true, 
until I found, 
until you admitted, 
that it was only me who loved you.



The early morning sunrise, 
takes you by surprise, 
but then it's mesmerizing, lovely, 
and any stress you had from the day or week before, 
goes right on out the window and right on in the door, 
comes the next day, 
fresh and clean, 
bright and new, 
ready to be explored. 
It's like the reset button, 
people just fail to see. 
It's neglected, passed by, ignored, 
but for the few that know it's there, 
and push it, 
it has the capacity to be... 


Winter's Mask

The sun's overt deception, 
Occurs in tandem with its subtle truthfulness, 
Winter has not departed, 
Rather it wears the mask of spring, 
While simultaneously preparing, 
For a coordinated attack, 
Mustering its clouds, 
The ominous grey soldiers of the sky, 
Poised and waiting, 
Just beyond the horizon, 
Waiting for its deceit to take its full effect, 
Before plunging the world back, 
Into the cold, white world of winter.