Family Feast

A LABOR of love: prepping
the roast in the BASIN,
following a treasured recipe,
BASED on those of the elders.
Preparing for hours of roasting, we
will lovingly BASTE and tend.
Sides and salads, pies and cakes,
but all cede pride of place to the big roast.
Filling bellies and souls, all at one go,
holding us all together in love,
around the family table.

Georg’ann

Last night senses shift
after the first spring rain.
FRESH earthy scent allures.
In PLACE of purity, clouds
carry fertility. Earth and sky,
intertwined. Raindrops
land brown, speckle my car.
Air thick with possibility.

Inside an urge to cook, finish
winter staples make room
for something new. ANISE
flavors the SAUCE, warming
with her telltale TASTE –
a hint of licorice, unexpected.

Deer nuzzle one another
on their way to the bird feeder.
Lay WASTE to what wasn’t theirs.
Brown bunny nestles into woody
nest under the Carolina Spicebush
Soft fur juxtaposed with sharp twigs.

Evening gives way to night.
Grey clouds blanket the stars.
Pulling out thread, quilter begins
to BASTE the day onto fabric.
Entering and exiting like breath.

Heather