Oh, how I love thee
Sweet pungent taste
Incredible aroma
Without you
Foods too many to count
Lack luster, depth, unami
You ask but to be nestled
Into sandy loam soil In the Fall
Only to rise up high
Spear-headed scape in Spring
Into perfection
Out of your organza robe
You burst into a million bulbies
The admiration of so many
In hues of lime-green, pink, violet, purple and blue
Stunning
A perfectly spheric bloom
At puberty, we unearth you
Vigorous and strong
The envy of every dressing
Cooked, of every dish
I like to slow-cook you
Unpeeled
In fine olive oil with local cherry tomatoes
Till cream oozes out
Of your bedroom chamber
You are as ancient as man
Revered
For your anti-inflammatory,
anti-microbial
and anti-oxydant properties
Feared
By insects and rodents
You are allium
You are goddess
