I open my blinds
The apple out my window
Greets me with great blooms
White petals and a sweet smell
Holding a promise of fruit
Tag: food
Trundling mornings
Accented in small petals
Pastel vanilla
Perfumed breezes pass me by
Giving way to cold showers
Around our table
Food and drink draws us near but
Love and laughter are
Universal currency
With everlasting returns
Come gather around!
The kitchen island awaits!
Drink and me Merry!
A memory of before?
Or a new reality?
You two make me smile
Without reservation
So much so it hurts
Tonight’s suspicions confirmed
Ice cream is best served with friends
A well-built breakfast,
Starting before a sunrise,
Two eggs and wheat toast
Jam, potatoes, and my friends,
These are the things I crave.
Friendship looks like bread,
Specifically banana,
Baked to perfection,
Hand delivered by beauties,
Grinning ear to ear with joy.
Breakfast is the best
Surely lunch is delicious
And dinner divine
But dippy eggs and bacon
Shall always be the bees knees
Each presentation
Encapsulates a story
From a perspective
Unknown to me until now
Food will never be the same
Words cannot describe
The evening I have just had
I thought it started
With an absolute, hello!
But desert was fireworks!