Custodian Of Flavours Poem by Richard Provencher
Custodian Of Flavours
Squinting eyes open the valve
of time's cycle as a morning sun
brightens into life
a drop of one foot, then another
upon the floor, like a threat of thunder
announcing from beyond,
alerted to a new day -
we clothe ourselves in spruce
branches which protect
all creatures who seek sustenance
and when day fills with flavour
we take pride in the bliss
of one more sunshine journey.
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