three bowls of soup.
hot. fast.
the woodstove
isn't coming.
put on a hat.
pull up a ladle.
are you ready
for the longest night?
& the long, long cold.
i am.
hot. fast.
the woodstove
isn't coming.
put on a hat.
pull up a ladle.
are you ready
for the longest night?
& the long, long cold.
i am.
(o)
Posted by Dale | 19/12/09 19:08
I am ready! I love this poem.
Posted by PurestGreen | 20/12/09 09:31
I miss being cold. I actually long for a night of being wrapped up in front of a hot fire and being able to drink tea and feel really satisfied by it.
Which I guess isn't going to happen moving to Singapore from Sydney.
James - Outré
Posted by James | 4/1/10 07:48