Warm bellies against the bristling cold

The ticking of the hob
A blast of fire,
Tiny buds of flames tickling the pan
Bellies rumbling with desire.

A circle of purple spikes
Tips stolen by red,
The clang of silver spoons
As they are placed onto the beautiful table spread.

Bowls of bubbling soup
Clouds of steam creating a white haze,
Tiny smilling faces full and content
Ah… those winter days.



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