Passing a field of cilantro being harvested is just heavenly.
This is the fourth post in a series featuring one of my photos taken from the back of our (moving) Honda Sabre Shadow, paired with words I wrote while on a ride with my husband.
Swiftly passing a field being harvested
brought us the fresh and pungent smell of cilantro.
If green were a smell it would be this.
~ experienced from the back of a motorcycle, april 28, 2012~
My short poetry began as tweets, limited in characters. Now I choose to keep them short and sweet with a few strong impressions from that ride. Although I am including an image from a ride in each post, it’s not necessarily from the same trip as the words.
As always I welcome your comments on this or any other part of my blog. And stay tuned for more!