wanting out


Indiana Spring
the evening sky cools the air
the mornings chilly

A few minutes ago I went through the sun room door to let Louie, our Maltese fur ball out. Walking in my garden, when I listen, creation stirs. I tell myself, when the words pop, plop them down.

took my dog outside
sun come warm the dewy grass
now our feet are wet

Morning is a great time to harvest herbs. The sun has yet to warm keeping the oil’s flavor strong. The Italian flat-leaved parsley, a biannual and sage, a perennial, grew  leaves yesterday. What’s for dinner tonight?

inevitable
stomach growls seeking dinner
kitchen comes alive

pots and pans clanging
boiling water steam rises
noodles cook quickly

inviting plates set
guests arrive the hum is loud
life’s conversation

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