Each Friday, I am excited to take part in Poetry Friday, where writers share their love of all things poetry. Linda B. has the Poetry Friday Roundup today at Teacher Dance. Drop by and see what poetry morsels are offered this week.
We have stretched out our Christmas celebrations well into the new year. After eating and enjoy yet one more Christmas dinner, I enjoyed my favorite part of the turkey–turning the leftover bones into broth that then becomes the beginning of soup simmering on the stove. As the old year turns the page into a new year, I hope I can take the scraps from last year and turn the into something delicious for this year.
Echoes of conversation and laughter
drift through the quiet house
as empty plats stack up beside the sink.
I fill a pot with the leftover turkey bones
with nothing but bits of meat left
clinging to the bone.
I throw in chunks of carrots, onion, celery
and drown them all with water.
It simmers all day
until the vegetables are soft
and the bones fall to bits.
The aroma of rich broth
drifts through the silence
with promises of soup
to warm a cold, winter evening
and surround the table
with conversation and laughter again.