Green chili

 

Ode to the Green Chili

In sun-kissed fields where rivers hum,

Where desert winds and summer come,

There grows a pod of fire and grace—

The green chili, with emerald face.

Not just a pepper, but a pride,

Of kitchens warm and lands wide-eyed.

New Mexico sings your smoky name,

And tongues that taste you never stay the same.

Roasted slow on autumn breeze,

Crackling skin, a scent that frees

The soul from bland and weary days—

A single bite ignites a blaze.

Wrapped in burritos, stews, or bread,

You turn the simple feast to spread.

In salsas bold or tamales steamed,

You haunt the dreams that foodies dreamed.

You’re not for hearts that fear the flame,

But for the brave who seek acclaim.

A tear may fall, a brow may sweat,

But none who try you will forget.

So here’s to you, fierce green delight,

Who burns by day and warms the night.

A humble pod, yet crowned with flair—

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