Succession
After days of rain, snap peas
ripen, sorrel sweet, nip at
cheek and tongue, give way under
teeth grateful for the cooling
crunch. My bowl set down, I eat
right from the vines – as I plan
their demise to make room for beans.
After days of rain, snap peas
ripen, sorrel sweet, nip at
cheek and tongue, give way under
teeth grateful for the cooling
crunch. My bowl set down, I eat
right from the vines – as I plan
their demise to make room for beans.
Delicious, Dick. I can feel the crunch and taste them straight from the vines. Lovely turn at the end of your 7×7.
The sounds make it…snap, nip, crunch…!