Those Sweet Red Orbs

Our garden tomato plants which
had so vivaciously flowered in
spring, bestowing upon us an
early delightful harvest of glowing
red, ripe fruit chugged along in
its unerring production, so intent
on the green turning to red, pluck-ready
for daily salads, they forgot to flower.

Those dainty yellow symbols
of future fruit simply were
non-existent and we regretted
the voluntary holiday these
hard-working green vines
decided to impose despite
more than ample rain and sun.
Contenting ourselves with the
bounty of daily sweet ripening.

Little did we realize we had
selected an especially bred cultivar
named "the tease", whose jocular
strain had been bred to stop short
of a full harvest. Now that the days
have become shorter, the nights
evolved to frost warnings our
perverse vines are ablaze with
yellow flowers; O wonder!