Winter Days
Every winter’s day
deserves a pot of soup,
vegetable, chicken, or spud,
it’s not a mistake,
Each makes a grand soup
for eating
on a stoop.
whether you sit in the dark,
watching the kids play
or sit by your piano
writing songs,
with only keystrokes
to brighten your day.
Something about
the smell of soup cooking
makes me smile,
like the joy of finding
seashells on the beach.
It be a cool walk
on the beach today,
thermos of cocoa in my hand,
off to see a friend,
from long ago
and far away.
The joy of soup
and memories.
