March 6.20

Lusty thump

marks application,

with every stroke

fine syncopation,

wood on dough,

performance art,

percussive beat

of kitchen heart,

stretching, tugging,

this way, that,

persuading yeast

or flour and fat

to peasant noodle,

earthy, chewy,

or frail cream puff,

flaky, gooey.

In maestro’s hands

a nimble trill,

here on the wall

lumpish, still.

But regard with respect

the two-handled bole:

even inert

it’s ready to roll.

 

 

More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg

and to la Madeleine, Fairfax County, VA.

 

Connections: October 1.17

October one

the crunch has begun

the calendar’s down to three

a cool wind blows

and under our toes

leaves sing percussively.

Connections

Connections: November 1.16

When the sound of the trees

goes from swooshes to crackles

and the greens give way

to black and brown spackles

and they all play percussion

on their own dry bones

dig out the flannels

 dust off the hearthstones

measure your books

and quilts by reams

and see to your stock

of winter daydreams.

Connections