Comfort
In the afternoon’s embrace, a writer’s nook,
Coffee’s warmth, miso’s savory brook.
Onigiri nestled, a culinary delight,
Wool socks cocooning, cozy and tight.
Words on a page, like weaves on a vine,
A symphony of flavors, a tale to entwine.
With each sip, a sentence unfolds,
In the comfort of wool, a story molds.
Plants bearing witness, in silent repose,
As the writer’s journey gracefully goes.
In this haven of creativity and taste,
An afternoon tableau beautifully traced.
Drew Frederic