Saturday, 30 September 2017

I CAN TASTE THE FLAVOUR OF RIPENING

I CAN TASTE THE FLAVOUR OF RIPENING

Crisp coolness captures
My senses; touches the tip
Of my nose

I look to the vegetable plot, it’s
Waiting a whisper of warmth
A last caress.

Root crops are safe to remain,
Clay wrapped around their roots
Underground recipes.                     

I think of ripening rose-hips
Early elderberries, tonics,
To be made.

I hear the blackbird among
The thickening blackberry
Bulging bushes,

Anticipating ambush; it’s
Still September; but I feel the
Changes coming.... 

Spirit warmed by promise,
Colours to charm berries, and
Apples from trees, before -

Winter’s tip pierces like holly
And the air becomes full of pine
And peat-smoked scents.


(Originally published in A New Ulster Magazine September 2015)

https://issuu.com/amosgreig/docs/anu_issue_36




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