november soup

 

a cold november morn

frost on the ground

sun peeking over the

horizon

 

the perfect time

or so i'm told

to forage

 

with a mug to warm

my hands

i begin my

journey

 

where i will

stop to

enjoy one of the

last specimens in my yard

with

vibrant

leaves

 

continue on the path

to this very spot

 

my winter garden

 

all that remains

lavender sprigs

that when touched still

produce a lingering

aroma of summer

 

chives

protected by fallen leaves

and used

when needed

 

and tender oregano

thriving at the base of

its mother plant

 

and the reason for my

visit

 

because this day

deems necessary

a bowl of satisfying

and hearty

warmth

 

pesto from the freezer

fresh-snipped

stand at the

 ready

 

as do my glasses

 

to read the

fine

 print

 

november and soup

two words that

somehow

belong together

 

maybe followed by

a game of

parcheesi...

 

o happy day!