The Autumn Storm

Oven belly churning,
heating the kitchen for
currant cream scones.
Outside, gales knock leaves
to the wet dark earth.
Blue sky hides behind the storm.
Standing barefoot on tile,
I, half cold,
half smile–
dreaming of wool scarves and snow
and white plumes of breath
at the bus stop in the morning.

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