Sage, Thyme And Lavender With Vanillan

The time is soaring unto a new age.

Your senses lean toward seasonings alike sage.

Your poultry and breads and salads or seafood

Beckons you .

Does your mind sense the clue?

My papillae salivary glands

Feels all the Earth could send(s).

Why search for an extra ingredient?

Unknown, a subconscious thought transcends....

Oh, there is time , I seek.

I want thyme.: The days are shorter.

The ozone layer is thinner.

UV Rays take their ongoing peak(s).

I want order and desire ar’mour.

I am certain. I am sure.

I feel, I am a feeling ingredient.

The concoction brews deep within.

Everything I love shall arise

In the sign of a flower again.

Sweet incense decanters ease

Thine olfactory senses.

I smell eternal; ethereal; Earth Easel.

What is the marvel?

I almost let the wonder escape.

With all.

A scrapbook; collage; album

Anything that a keepsake is in. Then...

A wonder I learned or realized:

Cinnamon is a commoner.

Vanillan is a root.

Walnuts are a gift that is gathered.

Lemon and Lime is my coat suit(s).

The color alone are enamored.

Feel! The Earth ethers reach the clouds!

Your sprit wants to soar Heaven-bound!

Your soul shall settle for less:

Deep in the soil where it rest(s)

Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

Archaeology is evolving, revolving and Futures

Are in accordance with a compass is solving Nature.