......Homemade Bread
This evening...
Roasting aroma,
In my kitchen,
Fills a dog's eyes,
Every room.
Bread dough
Baking high.
Oven warming
Every room
Against Night's
Chill. Cold.
No electric
Blanket tonight.
Christmas cards
To read again
And again...
Cherish always
With love,
And homemade
Bread.
Elysabeth Faslund...Poemhunter.com
And, there was a roast roasting, too!
2007-12-04 08:49:53 · 4 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
You did it, this time. Sights, sounds, smells...another work of art. TD
2007-12-05 07:13:14 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
Mmmm..sounds heavenly. This poem captures and preserves a wonderful December evening with just a few, choice words; amazing.
2007-12-04 17:17:28 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
I love that. Simple. Not wordy but still effective. Invokes memories of family time for me. Great share. THANK YOU!!
Earth
2007-12-04 16:54:35 · answer #3 · answered by Earth the Poet 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Awesome! and yes, I'll take some home made bread. hehe. Excellent work though. Made me feel like i was there.
2007-12-04 16:55:41 · answer #4 · answered by Nikita ♫ 4 · 1⤊ 0⤋