Silver grey comes the dawn
Satin pink ribbon clouds
Replacing night’s dark shroud
Mother Earth smiles
©2022 Annette Rochelle Aben
Nose
Turned up
Pushed away
Poor tomato
She refused to eat
Raw or cooked, either way
Ketchup she could tolerate
Her parents couldn’t understand
She’d eat ketchup and tomato soup
Couldn’t stomach the original fruit
Although it was never documented
Precisely when she tried them again
Perhaps on a fast-food burger
When mixed with the condiments
Culinary heaven
And it was game on
Stuffed with tuna
Tomatoes
Tasted
Good
©2022 Annette Rochelle Aben
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Winter sunlight glare
Shadows cast mask the bare trees
Light snowfall glistens
©2022 Annette Rochelle Aben