Squash, my dear foul-weather friend
Thick-skinned and hearty, biting breezes are kept at bay
Protected, the flesh is sweet - is tender, like a sleeping babe at peace with the world.
At peace and creating peace - amidst the turmoil of changing seasons
Pureed it coats the mouth of the menace
The silk mask tempering ferocity.
Roasted its intensity combats even the most bitter bitter greens
Arousing tenacity in trial by fire.
My comfort in the cold, you warm my heart with memories of meals spent with family.
A staple for centuries, a delight in my lifetime, you satisfy my hungry body
Asking nothing in return but to be appreciated and seen as somehow special in the eyes of it’s eater.
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