Monday, November 22, 2010

The Market

This post is sort of a mini-ode to the Hollywood Farmer’s Market. The last day of the market for the season was this past rainy Saturday. It prompted my first poem in about 20 years and some images taken last week.

Kabocha, pear, bell pepper, onion, chard.
The market air filled thickly, hunting for
our meals. It's crisp now, autumn giving dare
to cold of winter. Where to go? Inside.

1 comment:

Becky said...

Yum. My mouth actually watered, looking at the pics!

"Where to go? Inside." Aw, such resignation. Hang in there, wintergirl!