The spicy aroma
Of herbs dancing in the sun
Basking in their glory
As the heat and rain
Fulfil their promise
Of mint tea and basil butter
Pot of tangy applesauce
Simmering on a battered stove
Supple majesty
In such simple things
Honest to their core
Satisfying as nothing
Not fresh from the earth
Could ever be
Untying the knots of
Society's niceties
With a dance
Of the spoons and pots

Laura R
6-16-03