Our summer crops are in and larders full
So we are now well stocked for winter’s worst
When we will face freezing Arctic attacks.
Our stock contains dried fruits, roots and nuts
Along with several sacks of grain to grind
To make the flour to bake the daily bread.
And we have pickled veg in pots galore.
Beetroot, onions, shredded red cabbage and
Several jars of yellow piccalilli.
We have some salted meat and some smoked fish.
We’ve flagons of cider from fermented pears -
Sufficient to keep us high for many years.
Once more we‘ll endure wild winter weather.
But now we must have Harvest Festival
To offer our thanks to Mother Nature
For the soil, sunshine and essential rain.
Now it's time to taste this season's cider.
Our summer crops are in and larders full.
Categories:
larders, celebration, food, winter,
Form: Blank verse
I’ve said this a thousand times and still I can never say it enough. Being a mother is the hardest and most thankless job there is and yet they do it for free. In my mother’s eyes, “the needs of the family would always outweigh the needs of the one.” After all the bills were paid, the groceries bought and safely stored away in their larders, you might see her in the store, eyeing that new dress, or new pair of shoes or whatever items that she would have liked to have. She would even go so far as to pick it up, turn it over in her hands and possibly even put it in her cart. But by the time she left the store, it would still be sitting on the shelf. Because, in her words she could get by with what she had. Besides, one of the kids might need something between now and next payday. I think that most mothers are pretty much the same. This is why we have a special day set aside just for them. So pick up the phone, give them a call. They don’t want fancy presents or flowers. They just want you to tell them you love them. Trust me one day you’ll wake up and realize that there’s no phones in heaven.
A simple phone call
maybe a hug and a kiss—
Gives moms all they want
Categories:
larders, mother, mothers day,
Form: Haibun
Watch wondrous wafting, lilting leaves,
windy weather with balmy breeze
pull the heart full circle render
as October gifts its splendor.
Larders filled with field corn and peas,
meat, fish, and fowl hanging tender.
Apples offer toothsomeness tease,
as October gifts its splendor.
Breathe crisp October’s heady air,
savor the smells that engender.
Souls swell with mutual welfare,
as October gifts its splendor.
Our hearts beat with deep gratitude;
our eyes lift in sweet surrender.
Thank sweet Lord our day full conclude
as October gifts its splendor.
Categories:
larders, environment, giving, god, nature,
Form: Kyrielle
The squirrels are dashing here and there.
desperately filling winter larders.
They are still crazy for nuts, after all these years.
Autumn spurs the living and is a rest-home for the dying
it brings in new snow from the high hills
and turns flakes into cold raindrops.
The wind whinnies like a small wild pony.
Marginal changes happen
within a fluid hinterland.
Eyes get wider, feet heavier.
Kids get louder, expecting
God knows what.
Honey and tea for allergies
and sniffles.
The elderly
just sweep stiff crackling leaves
off their heads and shoulders
while asking the stars
for one last dance.
Categories:
larders, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Autumn expires In its own fires
simmering the fallen with flaring tints.
Leaves crepitate and crackle
skived to crisp skins.
Hedgerows turn to vacant
crypts, twigs to wooden teeth.
Arboreal embers swirl
between barelegged winds.
The groundhogs have forsaken
dawns scant larders
they seek deeper shelters
where moss-beds lay unseared
by smoldering remnants.
Halloween will be late this year,
the dead are still dying.
Categories:
larders, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Winter roars back,
May slips from view,
April has lost its anchor
in these storm tossed sky’s.
Songbirds scrabble under
canopies still too thin
for cover.
None look up but huddle
in puffer jackets recently stowed.
It snowed all day,
now the wind is shoveling daffodils
out of the soggy earth.
Mice nibble roots
brought up from old larders.
House cats glare from frosted windows,
bare feet wrap themselves in wooly
Christmas gifts.
When May arrives it will find us
defending slowly melting igloos.
Water is filtered through strong drink.
Fortunately, we have almanacs
and long range forecasts
so the present need for handmade arks
may not be necessary.
Categories:
larders, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The moveable feast
Free food for the forager
Weeds for the foolish
Nettles that sting you
are nettles that can feed you
Praise the forest fare
Flowers to fauna
mother nature’s larders full
of flavoursome treats
Free to the finder
fare fit for a king or queen
three cheers for free food.
Categories:
larders, food,
Form: Haiku
Fall
Autumn
Leaves of gold
Squirrels squirrel
their larders to fill
with nuts acorns fruits seeds
Hedgehogs start to hibernate
snuffling cosy place for to sleep
whilst Nature dreams of her Spring Parade
Written 25th August 2019
Contest Name Autumn or September or October Nonet
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Syllables Per Line: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
Total # Syllables: 45
Categories:
larders, autumn, sleep,
Form: Nonet
The heat of summer slowly dissipates.
Long days grow shorter and the weather cools,
as Autumn equinox delineates,
when children move from beaches back to schools,
and leaves begin to dry as sap recedes,
preparing for their colorful array.
When frost arrives with glistening silver beads,
Fall’s arbor shines in glorious display,
while pumpkins ripen in the farmer’s field.
Thanksgiving overflows from grateful breast,
with larders full of generous summer yield,
and nature slows for winter’s frozen rest.
Bright leaves fall, leaving twigs and branches bare,
as forest floors acclaim autumnal flare.
Categories:
larders, nature,
Form: Sonnet
Autumn sun’s shimmering light, glorifies the day’s finale, at the top of the road, a beacon of fall.
Through golden leaves, which are swiftly whisking off the proud oak’s strong-held branches,
Alive with gentle glitzy touches of orange, and an occasional glimpse of yellow turning to red,
The leaves land in the ditch, cushioning themselves as they land, happily joining their cousins,
Giggling and laughing silently, unaware they will be damp, and cold, curling brown and stiff soon.
The bottom leaves have already discovered the corpse of the raccoon but they keep their counsel,
Not wanting to distress the top layers, who are still optimistically leaping from the oak, in joy.
End of September, life turning into death, and back into life, one season birthing the next,
A dance understood and appreciated by the oak, who has seen this dance longer than most.
End of September, a beautiful time of pumpkin pies and Mason Jars full of apple butter.
Larders full to bursting, a fantastic harvest, optimism at its height, the magnificent autumn dance.
Written 9-24-2018 End of September Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
larders, autumn,
Form: Free verse
Life Lesson from a Best Seller
In appreciation of the nature trails of New Zealand,
It was not the journey, but friendships that formed as a band,
The time and memories strengthened, and kept challenges at bay,
Best friends to the end learnt wisdom in treks of clay,
Hardships built strong characters, with life where they roamed,
From where they were comfortable in their larders at home,
From where they were comfortable they travelled,
Stories inside the story became clear and unravelled,
The dangers could be lesser, through Poetry and Song,
When hiking in good company the road is never long,
The twists and turns in life itself with the unfamiliar turf,
Help us grow and propel us forward, for all it’s worth,
When travelling with a pack there is nothing to lack,
Good company will always see you through,
Supported by each others strengths’, in all you do!
Categories:
larders, adventure, analogy, animal, best
Form: Rhyme
The Ocean
When he heard, I had been a seafarer he wanted to know about
the ocean, “write it down for me,” he said...What nerve.
The ocean has many colours one of them is blue, sometimes it is
like a mud and often it is black with shattering of greenness like
a spring day in the Alps. There are times when it a watery Swiss,
enormous white topped waves bearing down on your ship that
shudders like a wet dog and only nuns keep their calm they have
lived a chaste life and expect to be handed a pair of wings should
things go wrong. There the is golden morning ocean, that blinks like
a million golden ducats are floating on its silky surface, not to forget
the moon casting its dark mystic upon the ocean trying to drag you
into its strange mysteriousness. I could not tell him this because at
the time I was thinking of being in an oak forest chasing squirrels and
raiding their larders of nuts.
Categories:
larders, adventure, allusion, angst, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
"A Goodly Warning"
by Rachel Heffington
O! Time is a faerie-maid, dark is her dairy laid:
Larders of mem'ry and amethyst lore.
But one kiss from her lips
On your lips as she slips
One cold hand in your pocket will finish the chore.
For her kiss it is sweet
It is death, it is meat
It is sharp as a bone-frost and light as a wheat
In her bed, poppy-reds
glimmer bright as she shreds
All your best years of life into raggedy threads.
O! She picks every purse with a laugh and a curse
but a beggar she stays till the end of no end.
For her girtle is trim
From the breast to the hem;
She must ever stay hungry to eat what you lend.
Never thanks, never smile,
Such small coinage is vile
In pay for the life-years snipped off of a man.
But a kiss for the road
- Age and Slumber your load -
And a red-lipped farewell where your trouble began.
O! Time is a faerie-maid, dark is her dairy laid:
Larders of mem'ry and amethyst lore
But one kiss from her lips
On your lips as she slips
One cold hand in your pocket will finish the chore.
Categories:
larders, allusion, analogy, beautiful, fairy,
Form: Free verse
Add some water
Bring to boil slowly
Condiments will come later
Dolloped desire dropped in
Edibles let her entice
Fresh with filled flavor
Grown lovingly at home
Heartily stirred to cooking
I read the recipe and see
Jelled images of repast
Kindly koshered believers
Larders of lowfat love
Milking a midnight marinade
Nourishing nocturnally
Organic ardoured nutrition
Potluck or purposefully
Quinoa ingrained meal
Recipes of relish
Soul food sweet and sticky
Unseasoned and unwritten
Victuals for vegans
Whole meal and rice
Xanthan gum aside
Yolks and yogurts
Zealously zigzag alphasoup
© Goode Guy 2012-01-26
glue ten free soup
Categories:
larders, fantasy, food, love, passion,
Form: ABC
the world's a pot
and we're all the spoons
wanting a taste to eat
smellin' life's scents
stirring things up
stewin' with our meat
there's just as much
to eat here today as
there was back before,
and there's just the
same peoples here too,
well, maybe a few more
so what's in the pot
besides some stones
to stock the soup
do you have enough
a few carrots perhaps
to share with the group
the soldiers clever
back from chaotic war
devised some psychology
to open the larders
of all the citizens
cooking up a feastology
reheated stone soup
is what can taste best
a restock to restart
and share with each other,
simmering care won't boil
it just fills the hungry hearts
© Goode Guy 2011-08-15
it's all in how it's spread out...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stone_soup
Categories:
larders, caregiving, family, food, life,
Form: Rhyme
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