Cooking “Haiku”

it is snowing outside

peeling sprouts,

the layers of a season

bashful potatoes blush.

their red faces

surrender to nakedness

twelve sausages

now in a pan

oiled with summer’s scent

these slippery elvers

flow over the weir.

an olive branch bows

the world needs

an ointment, a salve

something virgin, and new

soon they will marry

the butters, now churned

with a little pepper

peasant fare

on a winter’s night

a sample of, the simple

the log store

understands emptiness

and so replenishes

now for some fire

to make a meal

handsome out of it

the alchemist stirs

and out the cauldron

there is food!!

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