‘Tis November today.
It arrived with a roar.
Cool yet lovely, not to be ignored.
I’m home, you see.
With my ever-present list.
One that I might
just choose to dismiss.
Instead, I shall work at coffee, books,
peace and rest.
Leaves are rustling, the furnace kicks on;
soup simmers quietly, the smell of .. home.
‘Tis November today …
and I’m home, you see.
Would you consider joining me?
:: Home-made soup today — ahh! ::
