Finding

In unexpected places

we find the magic that sits waiting

so patiently like it knew

we were coming,

beauty of a color

standing out like a beacon

a light ushering us to come near,

to gaze at the brilliance of natures finest.

Below a small bird waits,

watching as I go near to gather

trying to help in the survival

as dogs mill about restlessly,

it hops into the brush and sits watching me,

I gaze up and see the purple bloom

as bananas wait to be found,

new in their stage I laugh,

the bird is now gone as I glance back

yet its gift now given

appreciated with the heart of love

for more magic in the world

this universe never stops

providing its miracles

to those who pay attention

to the signs sent.

The red pineapple was found in a gentleman yard a block from our home, walking the dogs one morning, I returned later with the camera to share with you, and the little bird I tried to save, was never seen again (nor eaten by the dogs) but it did get me back in deep enough to the corner yard (where slithering things like to sit) and much to my joy as I looked up, I spied a new crop of bananas growing, and going around the other side to get a better view, found another tree with another bunch growing. Ah, the smallest joys to my life. All appreciated.

NaPoWriMo-Day Sex….I mean Six….

Disclaimer now some of you with minds somewhere other than food may read this as something else….that was not my intent…..just sayin’.

I hold you softly

Cupped in my hands

Round soft skin invites

Delving within to find

A pleasure’s bliss

Undefined.

Creamy soft

Like butter slowly melting on my tongue

Slippery on my fingers

Swallowed with sublime joy.

Natures treat of Gods given

Ripe and firm the time is now

Spooning the flesh from skin

Come my love,

Let us begin.


Come on people, oh people, of course it’s avocado….I just had some and oh it was the perfect ripeness. True pleasure indeed.

And now, our (optional) prompt! Today, I challenge you to write a poem about food. This could be a poem about a particular food, or about your relationship to food in general. Or it could simply be a poem relating an incident that involves food.

Sweet autumn slice

Cut so deftly
Seasons harvest
Gifts
Of loving tree.
Scent of fall
Filled with comfort
Of pies and cool days
Plucking each one
Lovingly.
Heart shaped world
Sliver of my lovely fruit
Passion red.
Sweetness
Of taste,
I could close my eyes
Fragrance like my childhood.
Outside the window
Winter deer forage
For food,
Yet in my palm the perfection
Of life and sustenance
Slices of memory.