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March 1.19

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The season of soup slips behind us —

we can’t let it pass unobserved;

the kettles and bowls warmly bind us

with elixir drippingly served.

Here’s to you, soup,

you wondrous admixture,

the winter’s cozy

regular fixture,

steaming mosaic,

ad-libbed enterprise,

like flannel to bones,

old friend to our eyes.

 

 

Yet more thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.

And thanks also to Anna’s Pizza in Buckroe, Hampton, VA,

creator of this minestrone and presentation thereof.

(Do you, dear reader, like me, have the urge to grab a spoon?)

5 thoughts on “March 1.19

  1. Soup does have a season doesn’t it? I like a good soup – warms the body.

  2. I do! Another of the best luxuries is a pot of soup.

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