Pea soup and dough boys–
the fog so thick you can strain it.
Not much broth, mostly thick stew
to be driving through.
I pick up my spoon and consider
this day…cold, dreary and bleak.
I savor a dumpling and think
life’s not so bad.
A cup of hot cider, a kettle
of stew will see you through most
of what life hands you.
As for the rest,
we are doubly blest
with faith and miracles.