But Mrs Caldera is baking cookies,Copyright: All rights reserved.
she is humming a song from childhood,
her arms are heavy and strong,
they have held babies, a husband ...
Mrs. Caldera's House of Things, Gregory Djanikian, in About Distance
It's almost upon us, rusty autumn with its promise
of feast days, holidays, and crispy winter
And I stand caught between blue oceans and bluer sky
Singing songs of purple harvest, golden grains
Prepping the kitchen for fall and winter, these are days
stuffed like date-filled cookies with
mellow thoughts of homemade goodies
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Maybe this year Lebanese shortbread and
An apple-plus pie stained with the last of
the bramble berries and cinnamon scented
A pumpkin cheesecake with streusel topping
Perhaps a struffoli for Christmas, nut colored
honey soaked and cheerily doted with sprinkles
·
After suffocating summer, autumn comes
crashing and banging with cooling breezes
school supplies, renewed energy, and sweet
oven-baked dreams
smelling of love and cardamom
Public domain photograph of the traditional Neopolitan Christmas sweet and Brooklyn delight, struffoli, courtesy ofSteve-081 via Wikipedia. (This is a repost from my poetry site, Musing by Moonlight.)
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