The house is warm
But the window panes cold,
they let in too much
through unseen leaks the wintry air.
A pot of apple cider on the stove
Has just a touch
of sweet cinnamon. There
Is no place I need to go today-
The bank, the market, I can delay
My errands and wait out
in my mother’s old chair
with a mug and a novel
And my old warm sweater.
for the dverse poetics prompt of 10/29/19, describing using the senses.
Part of todays’ set “An Unexpected Day Off”