Embrace the heat
Of Winter Solstice
No white Christmas
Not even a cool, Florida day
But the prize is a full moon
Plant those roots:
Ginger, carrots, yams
Throw in some garlic and onions
What a goulash they will make
Hot, humid, but the Earth
Coating my hands as I dig
The sweet-smelling manure
That the dogs try to eat,
Makes up for the heat
Setting of the full moon
In the pink of dawn,
No longer high
Eyes of ginger
Gaze to the sky
Bulbs of garlic—
Vampires?
Prepare to die!
And soon there will be onions
Ready to fry!
© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Flowering ginger from CS garden
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