The journey of garlic exceeds my memories. There is only one clove–eternal. Behold the clove in all things. It is the smile, the rainbow and the storm. Taking garlic out of the equation, would be like taking the sun out of my sky.
Archive for September, 2015
I’m sitting here at home alone tonight when a breeze, a chilly one, blows through the window. It’s 7 o’clock and getting dark. I remember, like yesterday, anticipating the longest day of the year, when it would be daylight until almost 9pm. Where has the summer gone?
I sit in silence, darkness falls,
A breeze blows as an owl calls;
The smell of Autumn in the air,
As traffic flows toward Southern distances,
I feel the summer slipping by,
Too quickly, now, the time does fly;
The children are all back in school,
There’s no more swimming in the ocean;
The kayaks have been securely stored,
The leaves have now begun to fall,
Will summer make a curtain call?
The only thing that we can know,
It won’t be long ‘til there is snow;
And while the winter lovers thrive,
The rest just hope to stay alive;
Because they’re certain of one thing,
That winter will give birth to yet another spring.