Seasoning...

The Return of the Mangosteen

I can tell it's been a year,

Though the daylight's barely changed

The hot or hotter hardly matters--

I think some leaves came down.

The Phuong tree blossoms now anew,

And flowery gold adorns 

These trees with long seed pods

Simultaneously.

Is nature here confused? 

Or does it follow clues more subtle,

That my coarse meter

Cannot measure or discern?

I did not count the days

Or feel the seasons changing.

I did not pass the equinox

Nor see a longer shadow.

I only know it's summer now

For this one sweet delight, 

Encased in purple leather,

The mangosteen has come again.