Biggus
11-23-2017, 05:06 AM
THE FRENCH MARIGOLD – A SPICE FOR LIFE
The French Marigold is more than
Just a pretty flower of the daisy family
In the Republic of Georgia in the Caucasus,
Tagetes Patula flowers are dried and ground
To make the Georgian spice Imeretian Saffron
An essential ingredient in the spice mixture
Khmeli-Suneli, which in Georgian cuisine
Is on a par with Garam Masala in Northern India
Georgians share elements of Mughlai cuisine
FOOTSTEPS IN THE FROST
A beautiful winter’s morning
When mist conceals the sunrise,
And nestles between
The frosty shadows of the trees,
And footsteps crunch
Through the crystal patterns
Of the crisp hoar frost
IN THE FROST FILLED MEADOW
In the frost filled meadow
I watch the dawn’s first rays
Beginning to melt the frost
In the majesty of winter days
A CAVE
A cave, in the face of the cliff
Like a mouth, wild and mad,
Snarling like a demon
Across the barren land
From where a wind blew
Into the cavernous mouth
and howled like a Ghost
Calling out in despair
AN OAK
An Oak, tall as a cathedral spire
Cast a mighty shadow
As the setting of the sun
Turns the western sky to fire
WATERY WORLD
In a river, barely worthy of the name,
Where the gentle water trickles back
Towards a greater watery world,
Lives the humble little stickleback
The French Marigold is more than
Just a pretty flower of the daisy family
In the Republic of Georgia in the Caucasus,
Tagetes Patula flowers are dried and ground
To make the Georgian spice Imeretian Saffron
An essential ingredient in the spice mixture
Khmeli-Suneli, which in Georgian cuisine
Is on a par with Garam Masala in Northern India
Georgians share elements of Mughlai cuisine
FOOTSTEPS IN THE FROST
A beautiful winter’s morning
When mist conceals the sunrise,
And nestles between
The frosty shadows of the trees,
And footsteps crunch
Through the crystal patterns
Of the crisp hoar frost
IN THE FROST FILLED MEADOW
In the frost filled meadow
I watch the dawn’s first rays
Beginning to melt the frost
In the majesty of winter days
A CAVE
A cave, in the face of the cliff
Like a mouth, wild and mad,
Snarling like a demon
Across the barren land
From where a wind blew
Into the cavernous mouth
and howled like a Ghost
Calling out in despair
AN OAK
An Oak, tall as a cathedral spire
Cast a mighty shadow
As the setting of the sun
Turns the western sky to fire
WATERY WORLD
In a river, barely worthy of the name,
Where the gentle water trickles back
Towards a greater watery world,
Lives the humble little stickleback