Secret Ingredients
Wind
leafless and barren
bowed trees pledge their fealty
to the harsh north wind
–
november eve-
silver wind in
empty trees
Ice
woodsmoke in the air-
frozen rain falling on the
dry autumn leaves
–
coals set to bed-
the crackle of sleet
lingers in my ears
Provisions
the cool below ground-
laying in the winter stores
before the first snow
–
late autumn morn-
a taste of last june’s
strawberry jam
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