Memory soup – small stone 16

I chop the last butternuts
From our stored harvest.
The smooth skins carry hints
Of the soil where they grew,
Their bright, sunny insides
Store seeds for the future,

Golden orange chunks,
Bubble and steam on the stove,
Wafting to me fragrant memories
Of warm summer days.
Time connects, backward and forward,
On a winter afternoon.


5 responses to “Memory soup – small stone 16

  1. Past memories and future hope while I think the present is yummy, too.

  2. Hey – give us the recipe!! Mine has ginger pieces in it and cardamon pods – the smell always brings me to confirm in a previous life I must have been Indian!

  3. Mmmm!! Every recipe is a time machine.

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