[se] the sun knew you too

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

“Good luck!” The youth waved him out of the door, and then wiled away with cleaning once again. Putting away the unused portions of their supplies, taking stock, and wiping down the counter took some semblance of the minutes away, and by the time she’d finished, the pie and bread were done.

Wafting, sweet smells drifted through the corridor and parlor, and she didn’t hesitate putting on her mitt and sliding them out of the oven, and leaving them to settle and cool on the sideboard. “You came out lovely,” she mentioned to the inanimate objects regardless, while turning off the stove.

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm