We planted apple treesIn faith, with hope.Now most summers weHave sweet yellow apples, With pink blushes.I peel and cook them so,In winter I will have Summer sunshine warm in a bowl With cinnamon.
Orchard Harvest
Red Bloom
Under the flower's soft petalsUnder the bloom's bright spraySepals that once housed and guarded the budSupport her on her crowning day
Tomato Bowl
How many fruits have filled this bowl? How many tomatoes? How many applesWere peeled into it's curves?Golden honey-scented pears?How many green beans were servedWith new potatoes? Sliced sugary peaches?Ears of yellow corn? Savory vegetable soup?How many slices of cantaloupe? Blackberries?I wonder whose bowl it was before it was mine?Did she use it to mix a cakeBatter for... Continue Reading →
