The following poetry was inspired by a participant during a recent bread making retreat at Russet House Farm.

Evening at the Farm

As awkward notes are laughingly played
On the piano, above the cozy fracas of happy voices,
And as the scent of oats and honey
Drifts by our nostrils and tinges the room, warm and fragrant
He comes to me
Like a dream,
Like an apparition,
And whispers in my ear
"I am here."

In this smoky kitchen, where bodies blend into furniture
and voices melt into spirits
In the clang of pots and the sound of wooden spoons on wooden bowls;
In the gentle heat of the oven
In the sleepy gaze of a lazy pet
In a warm embrace: faces buried in fur, limbs entangled
In this loaf of bread
In this shared meal:
I am here.

- By Jess Brown

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