Gifted

Gifted.

A round clay grey chalice
just outside the kitchen door
filled to the brim
with dark brown nurture, 
 frothy feather greens trimmed.

She eats the fresh smells
with all her secret senses...
Even her ears hear subtle
strong notes as she chews the cud
breaking down her defenses.

Handed some leaves in a bag-
not big enough to contain
her gratitude and pleasure...
buries her face in notions
of growing her own treasures.

Coriander, sweet basil, dill-
lungs balloon with pungent perfume
caught, breath held until
heart gasps, thankful-exhumes
breath of life with CO2, awake
to symbiosis give and take.

Thank You, from the abyss of my heart...
It is a Pleasure to return!

Aqua Marine: 09/12/2024


Acts 20:35
Acts 17:28
James1:17
Ephesians 5:1
Proverbs 12:25
1 Thessalonians 2: 8








       Afterthought...

 The sandwich...
Red, white, green...

Tomatoe bright red
Sweet basil next green strong
Mozzarella cheese.

Mama Mia!

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