A Year of Poems – Day 72

Bursting blue, red, orange, and purple
A garden tuned to a symphonic palate,
sour-sweet warmth in winter’s mouth,
taste of flowers grown in warm months
before being pressed of all moisture,
sealed in a cask of plastic packed in pantries
before blooming now with the rich ripeness
of a summer botanical bouquet aged to fruitfulness.
Now the taste buds buzz where once the bees held court
as the dried produce blooms again under winter’s tongue.

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