River of Stones 27

All senses feasted
preparing Seville oranges  -
the multiplicity of pips,
the zing of chopping lemons,
perfumed droplets in the air
to sting my eyes
in readiness for the bubbling boil
of a year’s supply of marmalade.

I can’t think where January has gone – nearly at the end of writing daily stones for http://www.writingourwayhome.com/ .  Never mind, there’s a new Haiku Challenge for February at http://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/2012/01/haiku-challenge-is back.html 

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2 Responses to River of Stones 27

  1. Tilly Bud says:

    Everybody’s making marmalade today. ‘Tis the season to be smelly!

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