the hot soup

it's more like a soup
than a stew
you say, dipping the ladle
into the brown
broth, pulling out
a shiny bean
with it.
the steam rises into
your nose
your eyes, you can
taste it before
you taste it.
but it's fine you say,
smiling, sipping
and blowing on the spoon.
just fine.
I can't complain about
a hot soup
on such a winters
day. I think it's ready,
let's eat.