Fond Sunday dinner memories
Roasted in other recipes
I prefer my chicken fried
Each recipe is vintage
Delicious dream comes true
Crisp perfection upon a plate
Hours to prepare
Islands of chefs perfect their chicken
Coated with ranch or lemon
Kitchens record each bite
Every recipe is right
No recipe is wrong
Dusk falls early, the sky is painted in hues of grey,
Echoes of flute music hovers over leaf bare lanes,
Crisp air carries old separation songs and new quiet hope,
Each breath a frost-soft whisper by the window pane.
Memory seems to glide gently where the candles burn low,
Branches of trees seek help from heavens by stretching their arms towards the sky,
Easing of burdens we cannot undo or remake,
Rooted in faith like seeds beneath the cold ground lie.
Drift of snow-dust promises that beneath the hard earth
Awake the green, the unseen, the tender shoot of spring.
Yearning for rebirth, we stand in the stillness of time,
Surrendering what we cannot change, embracing what will bring.
Old scars fall like amber leaves in dusk’s soft sigh,
Crisp air reminds the heart: release what can’t endure,
Trees stand bare but strong, their branches reaching for new light,
Over hills the sun leans golden, then dips with quiet care,
Beneath that shifting tide of color — a seed of cheer in the chill,
Even as shadows lengthen, the soul whispers: be the change you seek,
Rooted in grace, rising in peace, embracing what will be.
C-risp
A-pples
N-ourishes
D-ancers,
Y-et
C-innamon
A-nd
N-ice
C-ookies
H-elp
E-veryone
L-ook
A-lluring
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Candy M. Canchela)
Cheerful cherries adorn
Cherished cream memories.
Classic vanilla notes,
Charming hints of citrus,
Comforting spiced snugness,
Crisp winter afternoons,
Cozy family nights.
Air
Billows
Crisp coiled curves
Dawn dances on
Earth
Fun
Gusts gain
Human halts
In impish ilke
Jests
S pring in her steps she wanders in wonder
R ecoils in amazement retraces the year
I gnites the haven the Persians call ‘bunder’
N o regrets but resilience beyond graffiti of fear
G ive me hope she exclaims I will not go under
I n the semi desert one forgotten Iris blooms
S urpassing the ruins and shackles of tombs
C risp early morning she takes shelter in beauty
O h Allah protect me while my husband is gone
M y children are hungry for them it’s my duty
I nstil all the love past seasons have foregone
N ever give up the new summer comes closer
G ive praise to beginnings a flower’s composer
S pring might well bring all the Peace we deserve
O n this day with the spring and lonely florescence
O bituaries settled and truce's armistice observed
N o winter shall break her so true to her essence
30th March 2017
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