And in a flash, they’re gone
Wednesday, October 24th, 2007Sweet shell of delicate fragility,
So slyly do you hide the treasure underneath.
A gleaming cloud, so proud of its invisibility
Like fields of flowers amassed, or heather on the heath.
The lightest touch does break your secret
And reveals the secret treasure inside.
What but good to break, but not to bit?
My longing for your tenderness I cannot hide.
As to my tongue your essence imparts
A revivéd memory of long-lost love that has returned,
A feeling of joy, such as Cupid throws his darts,
And each year I renew my hope that my future love will not be spurned.
O Mallomars, such wonder, your elusive sensory delight each Fall
A time so brief, fleeting, but that much more cherished that you are not here the year all.
With apologies to W. Shakespeare