Winter Solstice Kitchen
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
The afternoon closes before the dishes dry.
We switch on the lamp at four,
set soup between us,
and name the ordinary things
that carried us this far:
salt,
a working boiler,
the friend who called,
two oranges in a blue bowl.
Outside, the longest dark
leans against the glass.
Inside, no one defeats it.
We simply make enough light
to see one another clearly.
65 words · 14 lines · Free Verse