He recalls nightshade
Speaking of old memory
Rekindled feeling
Solanaceae,
Richly blooming life and death,
Apropos, I think
Old memory, stirs
Gives savor for seasoning
One taste, transient
His words make me smile
I feel his recognition
The same as my own
These gifts, then and now,
All patterns known, repeating
As nature, so life
Beginnings, endings,
Contained in one another,
Each, the other, births
This moment, passing
Makes the next one possible
Death brings it to life
Rich and sweet flowers,
Held indiscriminately,
The joy of being
Leaf, stem, and blossom
All things, food for the feasting
Life, so delightful
I fear not nightshade
Two Fates, from the corner, smile
Atropos yet sleeps
Unfurl the banner
Welcome home, oh weary one
Sit you by the fire
Resting by the hearth
Homecoming, such rare sweetness
Moreso to be shared
Warm, softly savor,
The banquet is before you
Partake as you will