Thursday, June 30, 2011

At Market

AT MARKET

Pea-shoots spring into waiting bags
A waft of hunger floats on pretzelled air
Crab-cakes sell fast; they must have legs
And green perennials are always there.

Oh, butter! Oh local yoghurt, milk and cheese!
Oh, dahlias dancing bold in bloom!
Will you bedeck my woodworn table, please?
Or grace my fridge? I'll make some room...

The common and the elegant share space
From booth to booth, such bounty they reveal
I cannot wait to say this heartfelt grace:
The market feeds my soul--and what a meal!

--Copyright Mainecelt 6/29/2011

3 comments:

Casco Bay Soap Co. said...

LOVE!!!
xoox ~ Shannon
www.cascobaysoap.blogspot.com

God_Guurrlll said...

Love it!

Jinger Howell said...

Ha, clever Holly! You are a wonder with words.