Last season’s harvest
Lasts through the long, cold winter
A forgotten lore
With modern ways we forget
Ancient wisdom to live by
This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week was poet’s choice. I chose a tanka.
This is another drawing I recently found. I just colorized it today. Back before refrigeration and shipping from all over the world, people had to make their vegetables last all winter. By March there would be little choice left…