New Shoes

for dVerse

Day one: me in my new black shoes.
Stepping lightly, sitting mostly
without any idea of how awfully
tomorrow my feet they’ll abuse.
Then my poor feet will cry for rescue.
I’ll change my socks hopefully
and I will walk quite carefully.
Putting on those shoes I’ll rue.

I’ll trade socks for nylons,
Plaster band-aids across my feet
And change into socks once more.
Only then will my feet let bygones
fade away and retreat.
So I’ll forget I was ever footsore.

Autumn

for dVerse

I’m looking back
Back over my shoulder
Back into that time before
To other autumns
And other leaves
Gold-red leaves.

I walked a circle
Turning round and round
In the same steps
Different autumns;
Same steps.

And now;
Autumn is the same
But these steps are new
New, untried, I’m unsteady
On my feet.
Longing for autumns past.

Yet, I’ll go
Forward passing autumn
And on and on
Until my steps circle round again.

In Praise of Chutney

for dVerse

Golden-orange, green tinged apricots
And paper white, paper wrapped garlic
Tiny brown cilantro seeds; coriander.

Hours spent delicately picking coriander
Sticky hands coated in nectar from cutting apricots
And fingers smeared by dirt while digging garlic.

Blended together; a melody. Zinging garlic
Citrus bursting out of coriander
Swimming in a golden sauce of apricots.

Apricot chutney with garlic and coriander a delicacy homemade.


Chutney is like a cross between jam and salsa. It's amazing.