
The year we shaped our lives in the redwood forest,
you brought a wounded salamander inside to heal.
We gathered woodsy things, thistles and pinecones.
We made rose-hip syrup, dried the last of the herbs.
I decorated the cabin in an ensemble of earth tones,
a spicy blend to match the fires you built in the hearth
and the scent of the East in the ma’amoul baking. Our
seasonal hibernation was swathed in sweets and books.
Our winter warmed on the gold-dust of our dreams.
© 2016, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; photograph, mamoul: biscotti libanesi, by fugzu under CC BY 2.0 license
Nice read, thanks! Lebanese food is amazing 🙂
https://mybeirutblog.wordpress.com/2016/12/23/food-festival/
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Yes! Indeed it is. Thanks or the share and for taking the time to visit and comment.
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beautiful words and sweets, jamie )
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Once again you have painted a warm and touching scene that lightens the senses and enters the heart! Thank you!!
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Oh this is gorgeous, so yummy, so cozy, so hygge 🙂
Thank you 🙂
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