A Tomato and Squash Liturgy

Plump beauty blossoms from yellow flower

A scent light and so distinct that it need no simile.

It is blushing life bursting from yard.

It is work completed

It is craft mastered

It is beautiful

Wilted, pale flowers and flaccid stems.

overtaken by weeds, the bed brims death.

A bug its wretch, sucking sap so there is no fruit to fetch

It is work

It is craft

it is

Both reside side by side in the care of I

If not careful I will miss the beauty for death

or the sorrow for beauty

Life lived will be missed; displaced by illusion

Life is beauty

Life is sorrow

Life is both