Warm Soup by Charl Landsberg

This is haphazard magic,
the turning season:
a time for soup and writing.
So gather and sing,
gather and sing.
Come in from the cold biting.
My pot is inviting.
Bring and share;
stock the flames with hopes,
fan the aroma with dreams.
We saints and misanthropes,
broken souls, a kaleidoscope.
This is heaven, here,
a short sojourn before the cold,
while we sing and eat,
and the storm grows,
Awaiting early snows,
the mountains lean in,
around my fire,
warming their feet.
Even they, the great ones,
come to eat,
from my table where it’s warm,
they weather the coming storm.

Charl Landsberg is a South African poet, writer, musician, and artist. Their work often focusses on social justice issues, LGBTQIA+ rights, feminism and race justice. Their work also sometimes takes on fantasy and science fiction overtones, blended with metaphysical imagery.