It was evocative
Of the autumnal mulled wine of my youth
Cinnamon scented
Sweet and warm
Lush
Of the well-worn flannel saved from a thousand washings
Softened by time and use
Shapeless - yet fitting in more than one sense
Embracing
Of the crack and snap of many a campfire
Source of heat and light and nourishment
Many a day riverside
Comforting
A word misheard on a city street
One soggy Spring
Sent me to another place
When horns and sirens were unknown
And crickets and owls patrolled an October night
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