Shall I compare thee to a honeycrisp?

A sweetness cross the sky

In summer rain I taste again

the fragrance you provide

Or shall I call you nectarine?

A softness to the touch

The autumn wakes and my eyes taste

a multicolored blush

The earthbound fruit considers you

In every hue you peekaboo

When you hide behind the clouds

I respect your silhouette

Yet my sweet tooth aches

to taste

sunset