Sing butter-bright circle of life,    Sing in the summer's heated noon-light,        Sing of the green grass, the oak tree's leaves,             Sing of the blue sky—snow white clouds fly overhead,           Sing 'till the moon comes up and we are all asleep in bed. ... Continue Reading →

Take a deep breathSmell them? RipePeaches fresh from the branchesSucculent sweet drips Dribble down my chin,Drips and dribbles like honey.Laugh at me, will you?I don't mind in the leastPeaches are too fine a treat to miss.

Ready to be peeled like green Bananas, kernels of yellow inside.Pluck those ears from the stalksRun to the house—shuck those ears on the wayPlunk them into a pot of boiling waterTake them steaming onto your plateOh, who needs a plate?Slather with melty yellow butterSprinkle with salt Eat it hot.....too hot to holdSo good ....... so sweet corn.