you say, “clafoutis…”

. Clafoutis by Beth Somerford I will whisk for my new love a creamy batter, sweet and rich, its almond tang an undertone that catches in my throat. Then I shall wait another night to lay the foaming blanket over reddish marbles rolling; over dark unpitted fruits. Once baked into a solid spume we’ll break its…

cherry-ripe

. CHERRY-RIPE by Robert Herrick Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones ; come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer : There, 
Where my Julia’s lips do smile ; There’s the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow. You…