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.