THE TERRACOTTA POT
Earth fired,
it holds the heat of Tuscany,
the memory of oil and wine,
a summertime
of silver and of gold.
It holds
a cache of sunflower seeds,
ripe olives
shaken from September trees
on gentle hills.
And deeper still
there lies a wealth of days
and sunshine filtered through
a haze
of happy years.
Pamela James, Northampton, Northamptonshire