Embedded in the comments section of my previous post with the radish is a poem about a radish from Tim Irving, a fabulous artist and photographer who lives in Andalucia, where the fiesta season has begun. I wanted to share the poem with you. May you be as delighted as I am with it. Do visit Tim's blog -- you will love it. Thank you, Tim!
by Karla Kushkin
Write about a radish
Too many people write about the moon.
The night is black
The stars are small and high
The clock unwinds its ever-ticking tune
Hills gleam dimly
Distant nighthawks cry.
A radish rises in the waiting sky.