Your candle-lit saucy lips,
And your turkey-leg grin,
Are warm-colored in this Autumn,
Blessing blessing!
I sense the gravy,
My thoughts in a mash.
Stuffing my feelings,
I drank your whine.
Heed the past, you say,
But remain mindful of the future,
And ladle in the moments, cherishingly,
Because the soup of your life,
May always, eventually,
Expose the bottom of the bowl!
SCA 2004