Sunday, October 23, 2011

Entertaining harvests

The last tomato with a pink blush has been picked. It will join the the dozen or so on the table. Many have imperceptibly turned red. Yes imperceptibly; the word owned by Emily Dickinson. How does it go?                                                                   

As imperceptibly as grief                                                                                       
The summer lapsed away,                                                                                     
Too imperceptible,at last,                                                                                      
To seem like perfidy.                                                                                                          
Imperceptibly,then, they have reddened and acquired a taste that gives a fleeting joy to relieve the grief she speaks of.                                                                                        

                                                                                           

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