04-11-2016, 09:52 AM
It’s Not the Nutmeg
Its not the heat of the light
or the weight through the window,
the light gaining speed
in high skies above the garden -
gliding in over beet leaves, carrot
tops, over dew spanked onion sets,
pepper plants, and the horseradish
sentries on guard for the potatoes.
Its not the light, the way light knifes
through a kitchen window to pinpoint
flashes on the syrup - warm amber syrup
from early spring’s run of maple sap boiled,
nudged and cuddled into the Red Wing jug.
Its not the sparkle from the light catching
the syrup sliding over hot melted cheddar
on egged sourdough, pan cooked french toast
layered on plates for those now starting
to make noise upstairs, dressing, assembling
for the day - its not the light. Its not you.
But it could be.
Its not the heat of the light
or the weight through the window,
the light gaining speed
in high skies above the garden -
gliding in over beet leaves, carrot
tops, over dew spanked onion sets,
pepper plants, and the horseradish
sentries on guard for the potatoes.
Its not the light, the way light knifes
through a kitchen window to pinpoint
flashes on the syrup - warm amber syrup
from early spring’s run of maple sap boiled,
nudged and cuddled into the Red Wing jug.
Its not the sparkle from the light catching
the syrup sliding over hot melted cheddar
on egged sourdough, pan cooked french toast
layered on plates for those now starting
to make noise upstairs, dressing, assembling
for the day - its not the light. Its not you.
But it could be.