Posted in Uncategorized, tagged being alive, food, pumpkin on November 22, 2020| Leave a Comment »
Praise the pumpkin
with its orange flesh—
how it softens
and sweetens as it cooks.
Praise the way it lends
its rich and earthy density
to pie and bread, curry and soup.
The body responds
with a something akin to joy—
tethered by humble pleasure
to exactly this moment,
as if a flavor could help us
know god—
as if a taste could help us
become who we are.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged memory, poem, poetry, pumpkin on October 24, 2019| 4 Comments »
scent of roasting pumpkins—
all day they carve
my thoughts
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged marriage, poem, poetry, pumpkin on October 31, 2017| Leave a Comment »
every pumpkin knows
you need just enough air
for the candle to burn,
just enough shelter
to keep the flame alive