Pumpkin Spiced Latte
Glass to warm the hands. Scents of season
perfuming the air - clove, nutmeg, ginger;
taste of all things winter.
Bring a switch of wood to start a fire,
Scented candle for a reading light.
Incumbent season beats against
window pane - sleet and wind roaring
as if determined to offend.
But here, as element of formula for
the quiet and the calm, it becomes
soft drumbeat behind the soft
crack of wood and flame, rustle of
pages turning and a soft whisper
of jazz saxophone echoing
somewhere nearby.
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