Seasoning

Dee Thompson writes about love and family and she writes with a range of emotion. After you read this poem, read Rescue and see how well she uses humor in her poetry.

Seasoning
By Dee Thompson

It's the dying time, naked, dry
ground, desiccated worms, twigs scattered like corpses—
Cold seeps into every corner—
Remember the recent gossamer fall?
Autumn's bright leaves like gold coins scattered—
Dried-up wisps of papyrus, now, tatters—
Trees bend, windsigh, like old men, shivering.

Time for living, too.
Time for red peppers, salty fish, tender beef, acorn squash, red onions, gold potatoes—
Everything savory, everything succulent.
I treasure my status as a Foodie. I don't like that it ends in "die" though—
No no no—
Food is life.
Despite the cold, despite the deadness, despite the bare forks of trees—
Life—
Steams up my kitchen, fills my nostrils, sings to me in a thousand flavors, tickles my tongue—
Life is here, in my kitchen.
Love, too.
Love is in everything I make—
Nourishing, delicious love.
Come, partake.

Posted by Annmarie at 4/27/2011 11:42 PM
Categories: words to linger on
Tags: Dee Thompson fall living food kitchen cooking love
 

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