THE SOUL is shaped by words, images, & experiences.

THIS BLOG is about those things that have left their impression on me. I'd love for you to comment on what affects you.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Death of a Pumpkin

Here is my pumpkin at her demise
Before I butchered her for my pumpkin pies.
Voluptuous beauty, she made me grin
And loathe to put a knife to her skin.

Alas, I could wait no more,
So I slashed my lovely right down to the core.
I expected her flesh to be full and sweet,
But she proved to be stringy with not much meat.
(I roasted her seeds for a tasty treat.)

In my oven she basks, steamy, soft, nice,
Awaiting her perfume of pumpkin pie spice.
(L. Trecroce)

I am thankful for the Lord, for His wonderful provision, and for you.



dot said...

Mmmmm… looks to me, from your entry above, like your voluptuous beauty made a worthwhile sacrifice!
Enjoy your Thanksgiving feast!

Lydia Trecroce Tsirozidis said...

You bet she did! Thanks!