What a wonderful exercise in descriptive words. This lady is a poet to make the rest of us bow our heads in humility. GO see her blog and read.
Cruel empty cauldron; crying to be filled, stifles gleeful chuckles as it feels the crickle-crackle fall of crisp leaves landing on its face. The greedy yawn of yearning waits hungrily for more, tasting chervil scented tarragon and the tender promises of cress and lemon grass. Thirsty now for moisture; a drink of pulpy, plump tomatoes, tamarind, cassia and sassafras… and why not add some dill? Still, the there’s something lacking, the thing has g … Read More