Topaz

I love you

because the night sky

is the color of eggplant

on the vine

and my family has great recipes

for fresh eggplant and you are

also both family and sky.

 

I love you because

your eyes

shine like faceted topaz

and Neruda wrote

of topaz and roses

and oh, also, love; and topaz

is the birthstone for November.

 

You all say that February

is the month for romance

but I hate February; I

prefer November; a love has never

abandoned me in November.

That decisive

badly behaving month

of food prepared fresh from things

colored like topaz; the month

of shorter, colder days

 

and nights turning to polished

eggplant, of remembering

to worship shards of sky

and not forgetting

to love the ones who made

another entire year

bloom like roses, and make you 

feel every day, reborn, 

like topaz in November. 

Reviews

[Chris]

I read this and touched my dreams... nothing more to be said.

[Wondering Mind]

A different, but nice take on Topaz and November.
And I love eggplant...so many delicious recipes