“Strawberry Moon”

Fruits ripen,

days ripen

And with age you

Is it true

Fruits ripen, turn sweeter

Flavours burst, then slowly diffuse, if left

Days slowly turn into months, become a part of year, fading into years

A slow mathematical process, a progression one can’t change

One can pause, to live, to feel, to chase, to reflect, before the moments fade away

Adding years to your life

You ripen and then leave