Thursday March 26, 2009
the glow
of the night sky in autumn
of the pumpkins we grew - their fresh cut stalks drying in the sun
of candles on the mantle at night, lighting up the Jerusalem Artichoke flowers in my grandmother’s 1940s green jug
of the rosemary-infused apple jelly, a gift from my sister-in-law
of the harvest season - winter is coming, but first we will feast.