Dry, rough, and flat in appearance
You are dried like a rasin,
after sitting in the sun
for hours.
You are the color of
fall changing to winter,
the sound of an old branch
snapping in the quiet woods.
Your weak,
yet distinctive smell
brings back memories
of my childhood.
Your dull color
brings life to my favorite dish,
as I place you into
the unfinished stew.
Alone you are pungent,
bitter,
but mixed with
other indredients,
you create a sweet harmony
that I will forever see
when I taste your savory creation.
You are strong
unlike the others.
When I drop you into
the simmering water,
you don't burn or
disnintegrate.
You stay there
waiting for me
to fish you out
of the hot,
now flavorful water.
Your job is done,
but I know you are there
when I taste the masterpiece
left before me.
You are dried like a rasin,
after sitting in the sun
for hours.
You are the color of
fall changing to winter,
the sound of an old branch
snapping in the quiet woods.
Your weak,
yet distinctive smell
brings back memories
of my childhood.
Your dull color
brings life to my favorite dish,
as I place you into
the unfinished stew.
Alone you are pungent,
bitter,
but mixed with
other indredients,
you create a sweet harmony
that I will forever see
when I taste your savory creation.
You are strong
unlike the others.
When I drop you into
the simmering water,
you don't burn or
disnintegrate.
You stay there
waiting for me
to fish you out
of the hot,
now flavorful water.
Your job is done,
but I know you are there
when I taste the masterpiece
left before me.