cooking

red orange

glow

 

a glitting light

 

and

warmth

 

and

in the kitchen

the cabbage

cooks

 

with the carrots

and the onion

and the mushrooms

 

 

and the

 

 

wine

 

is on the table

 

with the

cheese

and the crackers

 

and the bread

 

 the bread is in the oven

 

it is rising

and

will soon brown

into

a  crunch

brown

 

a late lunch

 

on the edges

before winter

 

in my house

the red orange

warmth

while out of the window

the grey

day

 

watches

 

and calls

me

 

to venture

out

 

out

 

to seek the sun

 

or

 

simply

 

just to gather

more wood

 

and

 

to

listen

and to feel

 

like

a part of

 

something

 

bigger

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[KAREN]

Love the warmth of this poem! The title caught my eye because I love cooking.