100 Mile Bakery

Days are getting colder —

wind shifts the sun between radiant and bleak,

my face feels the glow of heat

from fires and indoor furnaces

Here at the bakery

amid the generosity of pies,

I imagine holidays,

bringing forth a steaming offering

suffused in gratitude

The place, the faces

are undetermined

but I can hope

Life will provide

all the needed elements

for the occasion,

all that will be given and received.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 10, 2018