AT THE HUT 2011
10.30am
The rain has stopped...
weak sun tingles
fire soaks the air hot
My bladder pressures me from
my nest of warmth
Time to examine the roses in my
old scratchy dressing gown
Last night I ate a dinner of duck
cooked by a Latvian Count
my mother bought home
for the last 18 years
Svelt! We tossed brandy
with sugared lemon chasers
Today the battered roses
sweet scent the crispy air
all is well
all is well