The Aroma Poem by monk frost

The Aroma

Rating: 5.0


Brisk this morning, frost covered leaves
Quiet the house, warmed from inside
A stove meant to fry eggs and bacon
Becomes the scent of a turkey

Early the guest's arise in anticipation
Dry dressing smothered in succelant gravy
Moist white meat surrounded by cranberries
Or just to enjoy a cup of coffee with family

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