“My Neighbour Wears a Lace Apron” dVerse week 51

Garlic sautéed in butter permeates the kitchen,
shrimp shriek to a pinkish hue in cast iron;
she prepares asparagus in an amber glass bowl
Saint Joseph’s keys hang on the wall beside her
She sets the table …

Her fixed pastures, buried green and dovetail blue;
in them exists harmony, a tale of different times,
assonant, capturing happiness in minutes

She rises beyond mercurial with
honeysuckle scents trapped in distances
of high-walled gardens, on this evening