Evening Comfort

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – Autumn PAD – Day 8 – Comfort Food
“One thing that always becomes important the deeper we get into fall is the warmth provided by a well-cooked meal. And nothing is as savory as your favorite comfort food. What might that be? Tell us about it in poetic form. Warm us inside and out with your poetic piece.”

Cold’s fingers creeping ’round
outside walls of your house?
Toss salad, ignore ice cream.
Home-baked bread, buttered or dipped
in bowl of beef stew, will rouse.

Warm, cozy at fireside
sipping brandy or cider,
thinking something sweet would sate.
Warm slice of apple crumb pie
will slide down.  Nothing finer.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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