adventures in dysthymia

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Cooling

Open the windows. These days are cooling
like the loaf of bread, fresh-baked,
resting, waiting, on my counter.

It's cool enough to bake the brown,
fragrant loaves of whole wheat bread,
yeasty, moist beneath the crust,

and scones, full of butter and raisins
and lemon zest. Autumn follows
summer's oven; the year is cooling,

cooling, and soon we will feast.

Stephen Brooke ©2010

A slender idea becomes a slender poem. It was so hot all summer I did almost no baking -- time to make up for that!

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