Shared through creative nonfiction, poetry, photography & artwork
Sherry Jennings spent over forty years living through the seasons with young children as an early childhood teacher while hoping a time would come for a writer to emerge. When she retired, Sherry joined a writing group in New Hampshire and has been excitedly putting her pen to paper ever since.
View Sherry’s writing on New England Memories:
The peach fell from the tree.
I plucked it from the tillering grasses.
Ripe, warm, juicy,
the sweet, sticky nectar slid across my lips,
circling the contours of my cheeks.
The sun juice dripped from my chin;
droplets rolling to my elbows
as I held the succulent fruit to my mouth.
The naughty temptress,
offering her breast-soft flesh,
had just given me the gift
of tasting summer.
