The Aroma
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 to enjoy a cup coffee with family
Copyright © Monk Frost | Year Posted 2008
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