Potent comfort steams off thick blue bowls of
Seems that which is mulled, mused
Holds solace flavored seasoning
Like poems that sit overnight on laptops
Into profound silence of approaching chill
Edging mostly eastward
Swarms of Canadian and Snow Geese
Gyre as one
Undoubtedly distinct voices
Now that hushed Lawn mowers and leaf blowers
Are a muted majority
Reserved for emerging spring.
Hands cupped around the blends of Second Day Chili
We eschew cable tv
We devour nostalgia from
Name that Tune
Boggle, WordTwist, CatchPhrase
Cackling brashly over the shadows
as our old brains try to connect
Nuggets of timeworn Golden Oldies.
But mostly it about us.
Finding ties in times of disparate reasoning
Fueled by spices
Of second Day Chili