by Bruce E. Stoker 2003
Gleaming white,
Cut from fiery membranes,
Chile seeds dry on paper towels.
Inky black,
Musky aroma of moist earth,
Potting soil cradles dormant seeds.
Budding green,
Tender coolness of new leaves,
Seedlings absorb lifegiving rays.
Shimmering gold,
Waves of glowing, vibrant heat,
Sunshine stores itself in piquant fruit.
Vibrant green,
Bobbing in rare summer breezes,
Leaves shade raging chiles.
Flaming red,
Prompting both dread and desire,
Chiles flaunt volcanic flavor.