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Cook, Food on Fridays, Fruit and Vegetable, Home, Olive oil, Potato, Sea salt, Sheet pan, Sweet potato
Chased home
Lush humid drops pounding
Path blown cool
Sweet rain sting
Crimson green fluff
Oven warms
Biscuits weep
Breaking autumn
Sweet Potato
03 Thursday Oct 2013
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Trish Southard 
I LOVE this poem. “lush humid drops pounding” really unexpectedly describes those giant drop of a hot weather rain, but then the shift that can happen so quickly. And in just a couple of lines, we’re inside, warming up, smelling those biscuits. Oh, man, pass the honey, please.
I like the photo of the lovely sweet potato vine – a great veggie and a pretty pic!