Summer’s first bite

I’ve been watching you

Grasshopper green becomes radiant red

On guard for competing squirrels 

What will become of you?
Salad’s tiara

Pasta’s punch

Frittata’s luscious lick

The tiny little beauty in BLT…

so many ideas
I cannot bear to think of you sentenced to ketchup or diced and trapped in a lightless can. 

Sure, I’ll be singing a different tune come January 

But now your beauty is singular and will be savored. 

Oops, all gone.

I will remember you fondly My little jewel, first bite of summer