How is cooking beets a timer for poetry?

Beets are great. All kinds. Golden, especially. To cook they take time. A poem takes time. Thus, beets and poems are related. Then again, I think food is the matriarch of poetry.

Now, what of flowers?

Which poems resemble a platter of roasted beets?

Hopefully, the next ones written. There is nothing as beautiful as sunrise/sunset, beets, a poem with fine & true surprise. Each full of the weight of the ripe -- experienced freshly.