Pea soup and dough boys
the fog so thick you can strain it
Not much broth, mostly thick stew
to be driving through

I pick up my spoon and remember
this morning…cold, dreary and bleak
I savor a dumpling and think
life’s not so bad

A cup of hot cider, a kettle
of stew will see you through most
of what life hands you

As for the rest, we are doubly blest
with faith and miracles.