Friday, December 27, 2013

On a winter night which food tastes best?

Food of heft
& heat, perhaps
fire.  As in spicy?
And which poems?
which comfort
& offer the dark
the sweetest morsel.  

1 comment:

  1. What strange and lustrous thoughts sailed through his head
    as he watched the walls until they filled with sun.
    Could they all have finally arrived, at the hour of the day
    he had requested, arms full of the bounty they gathered?