welcomes the New Year. Persimmons & crisp apples. Garnet jewels of the pomegranate. Fall salads showcase the above. Remember, a bowl is a sheet of paper with a lip turned upward awaiting the sweet. Close your eyes, imagine each pomegranate, persimmon, apple sliced open and welcoming company. At this time of year, poems taste of a particular sweet that only chill can offer. Write & eat responsibly & know this, persimmons are poems waiting to be voiced.
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ReplyDeleteSome adventurous souls will turn their collars up
when the wind starts but that evening does not always
lead to another. This crazy wheel turns under the bulk,
the brazen smile of it.