The type of poetry which connects me to Mother Earth. For me the rich aroma penetrates my every cell. The sensuality of food contributes to making food preparation such a special experience. Hold a ripe peach and close your eyes. Try it, you might be surprised at the exquisite reaction it produces.
Few sensations can compete with it.
The same applies to the visual poetry of a strawberry patch filled with magic. The white flowers, green leaves and bright berries in concert create a symphony of colors and scents. When I picture the strawberry patches in the garden of my childhood, I am in touch with ecstasy. Of course the joyful experience is enhanced by my adult romantic notions of rendering my memories bigger than life. I was unable to fully appreciate the synergism of the garden and the fact that I would keep that memory and the vision of the strawberry patch through my adult life.