cindyplumpot

Jelly Making


Over purple plums,
we blend the sweetness of family memories,
fruits from older times
mingling with the skins of today,
boiling together now
in the chipped blue pot
with lemon juice
to give the tartness sweetness needs
to fill the mouth with complex taste,
jar upon jar,
glowing with deep red purple plums,
so many sunsets shared on the porch,
where through the trees
plum colored clouds
attend the end of tasks,
shared friendship, perfume of ginger
blending like the fruits
we slice and stir.

 

 
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Freedom Poems | Poems about poetry | Poems of the camera eye |Garden poems| Fairytale poems |
Goddess poems
| Circus poems

Cat Door, Place des Vosges
| Red Dress, Place Vendome | on the road poems

Yosemite poems |Ghost Ranch Companion

 © 2005, Lenore Horowitz