Edible Haiku, by Caroline Gates-Lupton

decaying leaves
dark earth
white, wild strawberries

trees in bloom
scattered apples
night falls — deer come

clattering on the porch
a light goes on
deer in the pumpkins

twilight
fresh compost
two fawns, one doe

making hand pies
my sister
the sugar monster

ithaca parade
i’m told
i have enough candy

birthday party
soda, apple juice
i cry for water

cows don’t realize —
grass
is not delicious

dandelion heads
eat them, she says
too fluffy for me

marshmallow on a stick
burning, falling
tiny explosion

green flames
consume
the pasta box

my sister, pasta queen
the box says ten minutes
she says five

homemade whipped cream
warm summer night
strawberries

pancakes
a dinner food
in my family

container of blueberries
fresh from the store
gone in a day

my great-grandmother’s
marinara sauce
gone, forever

vegan
no more honey
on buttered toast

food for thought:
what
does ink taste like?