24 April 2024 (pink moon)

pink moon rising . . .

the first fried smelt

straight from the pan

12 December 2022 (childhood)

childhood memories

coated with powdered sugar

marzipan stollen

21 June 2022 (solstice)

summer solstice

the spice of nasturtiums

tossed in our salad

14 November 2021 (ramen)

a soft-boiled egg

floats in the ramen

winter sun

5 March 2020 (breakfast)

I wrote this poem last week in response to the theme of “favorite meal,” as suggested by Tia Haynes at The Haiku Foundation’s weekly Haiku Dialogue. (Check out the many wonderful haiku other poets came up with on this topic—it will make you hungry!)

breakfast for dinner

as if we could

just start over

May 8: Cookie

night class
thinking about the cookie
left in my bag

December 28: Frigid

Below zero:

finishing off the cookies,

watching cooking shows.

August 18: Spruce Head

Lobster shack lunch.

In the saltmarsh sandpipers

feeding at low tide.

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March 7: Heaven

Perfect night's end--

chocolate cake and coffee,

sky full of stars.

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February 20: Indulgence

49th birthday--

a chocolate-frosted donut,

steamed milk in my tea.

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February 18: What sustains us

Grilled cheese and tomato soup

on a cold night--

avoiding politics.

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