The tomatoes in my garden this year are smallish...
This granted breath we fill with death
Of winter-spring-summer and fall
Inhales, exhales, life's ether grail
Spills and refills time’s ebbing drawl
This granted Bit of grace and grit
And plea to pause its pantomime
Bids us slow-taste noon’s sun-sweet haste
And savor the flavor of time
This granted come and go, yes, no
This teasing, easing day-to-day
This fleeting hold of moment-gold
Can fold a granted life away
© Janet Martin
We are definitely savoring a gorgeous 'sun-sweet one' today!