Strawberry preserves
pool in muffin crypts
trickle down chin
and cracked shells
drip sunshine
scrambled joy
browned and peppered
just right with
a side of java
watch the corn grow
taste the honeyed breeze
break the fast.
Copyright © 2010 by Sandra Heska King
Nice!!!
What a great photo as well.
Now.. for those who have been fasting on the Word.. it's time to wake up and eat!
Loved that pic!
Thanks! The rose is off our Rose Dog memorial bush.
Good one, Sandra. Liked it.
Like the rose combined with the shells … interesting combination.
@Glynn and Susan: This is me beaming. 😀
Looks/sounds good to me!!
i LIKE it !!!!
and the picture too.
@caryo and Nancy: Still beaming. :D:D Ya'll are good teachers.
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Marvelous. Makes me feel like eating a buttered and jammed English muffin RIGHT NOW. 🙂
Poetry and you are a great fit.
@covnitkepr1: Welcome! I hope you find some food for the soul as well as some healing humor here. Definitely will check out your site!
@L.L. Well, that just does it. I'm in tears now.
I love this poem! It makes me happy…wish I read it before breakfast this morning. It would have primed me for a feast!