Corn on The Cob---Until We Meet Again
Must you leave so soon? We've had so little time together this season. We barely had a chance to get reacquainted. It seems like yesterday, when I first saw you nestled in a box in a road-side stand, your messy golden hair shining in the sun, inviting me to take you home. I already miss your sweet, crisp kernels. I wish we could have a few more weeks together. I admit, I took you for granted this summer...postponing our encounters, thinking you'd always be around. I went to the road-side stand today, to see if maybe you would make one more visit. The farmer laughed at me and said, "It's October lady, corn is long gone, here buy some peaches instead." I don't want peaches. I want you...warm and slathered in butter and salt. Alas, I will have to wait another year. Next year, I promise to spend more time with you. Until then, farewell!