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.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
Reflections on Fire
Magpie Tale 132
Shared with dVerse Open Link Night
sharp winter beyond
window waits for summer sun
until then fire warms
without bright fire
electric heating shuns the
glinting snow without
two big red cherries
debate with the antique clock
when to light the fire
icicles out; fire in
by hearth chocolate cup
warm hands and warm heart
Shared with dVerse Open Link Night
sharp winter beyond
window waits for summer sun
until then fire warms
without bright fire
electric heating shuns the
glinting snow without
two big red cherries
debate with the antique clock
when to light the fire
icicles out; fire in
by hearth chocolate cup
warm hands and warm heart
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Sage Dance
for dVerse
Russian sage fills the air
Flying from blue fuzz
Tickling bunny’s nose
While droning bee buzz
Dripping down long ears
Speaks an invitation
So bunny waits for fairy song
And moonrise through the field
Painting grass with silver wealth
While fairies come out well-heeled
Music mingles in the breeze
Across the silver stage
Bunny bounds in the dance
Through the nighttime age
For the joy of life
And the Russian sage
Russian sage fills the air
Flying from blue fuzz
Tickling bunny’s nose
While droning bee buzz
Dripping down long ears
Speaks an invitation
So bunny waits for fairy song
And moonrise through the field
Painting grass with silver wealth
While fairies come out well-heeled
Music mingles in the breeze
Across the silver stage
Bunny bounds in the dance
Through the nighttime age
For the joy of life
And the Russian sage
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