Basil

Ode to Basil

In a sun‑kissed pot upon the sill,
A spray of green leans softly, still—
Its leaves, a tender jade, release
A perfume sweet, a fragrant peace.

When summer’s heat begins to blaze,
I pluck a handful, crisp and fragrant,
To stir into a steaming pan,
Where tomato and garlic meld, then plan

A modest pesto, bright and true,
With pine nuts, cheese, and olive oil’s hue—
A spoonful swirled through al dente pasta,
A simple joy that none could out‑do.

Yet basil’s grace is not confined
To sauces spread or dishes lined—
It lifts a salad, crowns a soup,
Adds zest to cheese on crusty toast,
A whisper of the Mediterranean
That lingers long after the plate is cleared.

So here’s to you, fragrant, humble leaf,
Britain’s garden treasure, brief yet chief—
May your flavour ever linger,
In every kitchen, faint and clear.