The Local Farmers' Market

Seasons moving and the year closing in...

The Local Farmers' Market

 

Looking forward to my favorite Saturday morning

Ritual,

The Farmer's market

It will be gone soon…

One street blocked off with orange cones for them

Local vendors line both sides,

The crowd is always light when I'm there,

Something I love and admire as I shop,

For tomatoes, peppers, and onions

So crisp and juicy"succulent in flavors.

Drinking cold water supplied free from a vendor

as I look,

Some song playing from a small group

Of lively entertainers,

 Someone drops dollar bills into

their shared

Pot in front of them,

It is a peaceful feeling

Inside this active and alert gathering

Where white tents cover the garden-fresh produce

Stacks of freshly picked corn and green beans

alongside remaining

Puddles and cracked sidewalk edges

Mums so bushy in pots of various colors along with

White pumpkins and gourds in varying shapes and textures,

The smells of herbs, cinnamon pretzels, and baked loaves of bread

Yes, I will miss it when it ends for winter to visit here instead.--J. E. Cook ©2017

Author's Note

Thank YOU!

Reviews

[Gee]

You paint a fine scene with your word. Always a surprise to be found at this type of market, and often tasty.
Good morning

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Thanks!
:)

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the farmer markets too. Have many near me. Cheaper and better fruit and veggies. I liked your description and photo. Thank you dear Josie for sharing your words and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Thanks again for reading my work here! Yes, I missed it today and it will be ending soon. Love the fresh stuff they provide and other trimmings. The photo is from my visit to the Sunflower field this year. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.