Thursday, April 5, 2012
April is Poetry #4
pine-thick rosemary
pressed deep in foccacia
still leaves child-height fence
----Sara Lewis Holmes
This is my neighbor's rosemary bush. She generously shares with me. For Christmas, I took several branches and placed one over the hall mirror, a row along my mantle with a string of tiny jingle bells, and one in a white stocking on the door.
I have yet to make focaccia from it, but I plan to, using this recipe from Handle the Heat.
More daily haiku from Liz.
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Oh,pressed deep in foccacia! That might be the nicest rosemary plant I've ever seen. The fragrance of your poem is making me smile today. Thank you :).
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ReplyDeleteI'm thinking of those still leaves, pressed in focaccia; fragrant and festive.
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