Saturday, November 17, 2012

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!

1 comment:

  1. Keeping your family in my thoughts and prayers this weekend. {{hugs}}
    love,
    rosebud

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