Tonight's Poet Corner: Melted Pumpkin

Melted Pumpkin

by Belinda Roddie

The goblet was crispy cold

in her right hand as she drank the autumn brew,

collective sighs rumbling from all corners of her belly

as she swilled the pumpkin stew, hot and spicy

and very, very comfortable for a night without

heat to be had in her little house, so that the

leaves picked up just right through the open window

with a breeze that added a little chill

to her afternoon dessert.