Weaknesses at the Weekend”

Weaknesses at the weekend–yes, perhaps,

And then there are the late winter’s housebound

Moments when the embers’ crackling sounds

Speak volumes to the soul, stay put and mishaps

Of the weekdays’ wounds are soon overlooked

In major preparations’ soups and brews

And special sauce while the marinating stews

And meats are seasoned over notebook

Recipes in peppered flour, yes. A fine pork chop

Or two there on the counter smiling in the kitchen,

A filet for sure or then again the hearts of artichokes smitten

With the thought of someone’s mother’s chicken boiling in a pot

All day with herbs and garlic; eventually, an entire tree of broccoli,

A wreath of parsley. Broth days; it’s the famous eat or sleep dichotomy…