Mullings

Mullings
(Sept 27th, 2022)

Sometimes words brew for a while,
Mulling around in my mind,
Infusing their spices in my soul
Until their appointed time. 

Sometimes in conversation
Someone says a lyrical line,
And the words must mull for as long as they must
Until they come out in rhyme. 

When the right words are said
I can feel them deep in my bones,
They sit in my soul, brewing thick,
Until the concoction is done. 

Sometimes words brew for a while,
Like a good cider or rich wine,
Or like a hearty broth or stew -
They always get better with time.