MOTHERS MAKE MEALS
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Simmered slowly, savory stews seem specially soothing since summer vanished. Sibilant sounds of steam somehow stir the air like soft winds: seductive, enticing. Sighs slip from souls seeking solace from winter’s woes. Safety, stillness, serenity, and soon... sleep.
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OH my goodness. That sure is a ton of s-words. )) Very clever, Kay.
ReplyDeleteI love it!
ReplyDeleteVery apt for U.S. Thanksgiving week, even though I know you are Canadian. :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written!
ReplyDeleteYour photos make me hungry even though it's almost midnight here!
I love food and the change of seasons & you describe describe how they seem to connect to each other and life for us humans quite wonderfully.
ReplyDeletethe sliding savory sweetness, simmers succulent and sufficient.
ReplyDelete... hee... couldn't resist.
Mother's are comfort food in themselves...this is beautiful! :-)
ReplyDeleteSuch comfort to be found in a mother's meal. I'm amazed at how you sustained the alliteration.
ReplyDeleteThis stew is delicious...a simple recipe, after all... beautifully done!
ReplyDeleteThis is clever. At the moment, I have something savoury simmering in the crock pot, it is snowing today, and I totally relate to every word!
ReplyDeleteNow I've learnt a few new S words Kay and you've got my mind racing thinking of more. great post about two of my favourite things - food and words! xx
ReplyDeleteSimply scintillating prose, er, proetry...
ReplyDeleteHow creative! A stew of substance! 8-)
ReplyDeleteWhat a feast for the senses! Wonderful. :-)
ReplyDeletePoetic prose for pots and pans! *smiles*
ReplyDeleteSuperb alliteration. And lovely thoughts.
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