Grasshopper green becomes radiant red
On guard for competing squirrels
What will become of you?
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