elysabeth faslund - Homemade Bread

This evening...
Roasting aroma,
In my kitchen,
Fills a dog's eyes,

Every room.
Bread dough
Baking high.
Oven warming

Every room
Against Night's
Chill. Cold.
No electric

Blanket tonight.
Christmas cards
To read again
And again...

Cherish always
With love,
And homemade
Bread.

elysabeth faslund

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