First Fruits~

A little boys grubby hand
Holding out his latest treasure.
Still warm from the sun.
Small and green,
with the stem still on.
Pulled from the plant ,
with excited fingers.
"Momma! Momma! I grew one!"
Crisp , sharp smell,
"Can we taste it, please?"
Spicy and warm,
just the right amount of bite.
A jalapeno shared,
on a hot summer afternoon.
Yum!

Ruby Jeanette