into the glass jar,
i assemble the shredded
red cabbage and pour
the brine
of spices & apple
cider vinegar
with sliced carrots & garlic
& finally
with summer's last bulb
of sunshine
i close the lid
on pickled condiment jar
until one cold autumn night-
we open and inhale its zesty
earthly flavor
on our plates of crumbling taco shells
& home-made soup of creamy
butternut squash-
i taste home
Posted for dVerse Poetics - Concrete or Abstract, hosted by Ingrid. The writing challenge: I want you to write a poem using only concrete nouns, subject matter and imagery. For the purposes of this exercise, the following words are banned: soul, love, lust, dreams, sorrow, suffering, heartache, wonder, etc.
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