It's Still Life

Ten Things of Thankful (with a nod to near-rhyme and brevity)

For my fishmonger in Eastbourne—fresh from the boat, cold catch, bold brine, day’s silver smoked.

For a hunger to learn, wide-eyed and deep, books in a stack, and barely sleep.

For the season’s turn—my apple trees flush, green in the breeze, sap in a rush.

For French Sel gris, pale salt in a shell, damp with the sea, soft as a spell.

For peace that flickers in a single flame, still in the wax, soft in its name.

For a contract renewed—recipes to test, whisk, stir, and savour, the oven at rest.

For two blue tulips, bold in a bed of marching reds—purely misled.

For “The Garden of Ordinary Apocalypses“, grief in a petal, truth in ellipses.

For Denise’s tales—Six lines that fly, and the The Book of 27, carved with a sigh.

For a grade that stunned—his joy, my shock, a perfect end to that ticking clock.

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Welcome to TToT (Ten Things of Thankful) blog hop! Join bloggers from all over the world as we come together to share those things that we are thankful for. Ten is in the name, but no one is counting; feel free to link up no matter how many (or few) you can list. Make sure to go read and comment on the posts, too. The TToT has always been big on making this a friendly community, and getting to know each other through posts and comments is a huge part of that. We’re thankful for you!

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