...Mother Nature
has invited the sun.
Look, they are stirring up a soup
on top of the woodshed.
See how it furls
and boils?
Stone soup is what I have,
from all that she can gather.
from all that she can gather.
It's the tastiest and best.
It's the most delicious scent:
Cold, wet roof;
Sun and a celestial spoon.
Essential ingredients
for the winter worn soul.
I heard the gentle whisper,
"Take one and call me in the morning."
It's the best advice.
Better than cod liver oil,
dandelion greens
or a fervent wish.
It's real and it works.
Best to all, e.
I heard the gentle whisper,
"Take one and call me in the morning."
Better than cod liver oil,
dandelion greens
or a fervent wish.
It's real and it works.
Best to all, e.
2 comments:
Your imagination is mind boggling and you express it so well. I can actually smell the sweet wetness. It's an odor from my childhood and it's one I'd forgotten.
love the picture. the memory of cod liver oil? not so much.
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