The taste of pesto

[pegkerr]

After shoveling snow in the dark
coming in and shedding coat boots gloves
reddened cheeks runny nose
chunks of snow melting into puddles on the kitchen floor
it is pleasant
to pull the pesto from the freezer
put up in the summertime
two minutes in the microwave
pour it over pasta
and there it is immediately
garlic and basil and olive oil and parmesan
the sun hot on the shoulders
the smell of vine-ripened tomatoes
the red of the geraniums spilling over the white edge of the planter
warm earth curling between bare toes
the humming of bees over the coneflowers