at the center of my home,
where all meals grow
in a blue enameled cast-iron pot
chipped on the edges
the cinnamon, orange and clove
bubble like witch’s brew
carrying comfort into every room
signaling my return
*94/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing a poem a day. All photos are mine.
Such a lovely poem of homecoming and the warmth of the hearth. The chipped enamel matters so much as it speaks of old acquaintance, of something familiar and well-loved that has long belonged to the home. Those aromas spreading from room to room carry such a wonderful sense of comfort and assurance: the feeling of being home again.
Thank you! I finally got a moment to decorate my house for fall and enjoy a nice relaxing simmer pot. My family was very happy to come home to those very comforting smells.
Gorgeous imagery!
Thank you so much, Robert!
very likable–and smells good
Indeed! I love this time of year and making my home feel cozy and safe.
ah, you really DO like fall! I like bits of it, but it always seems so full of sadness to me. I love summer, and when that first edge of coolness wafts across my warm porch, I cry a little inwardly, even though I know we will have a long, glorious fall before winter. See what you evoked?
Such a poetic comment! I see these 100 days have infected your speech (haha!) I naturally run hot and I’m super pale, so the summer is rough for me. I hate having to wear sunscreen just to drive in my car (I burn sooooo easy). Fall is when I can finally wear a sweater and relax. Also, I live in California and it’s just hot. Currently experiencing a last (hopefully) gasp of a heatwave with temps nearing 100 again.