Every morning – my eyes open first – and then my longing after coffee and these awesome seed bread I make. Of course with goat cheese on top. No butter. Since I stopped smoking – 36 years ago – I don’t use butter on bread.
late light
a new morning twinkles for
seed bread
I confess!
My clock is nights and not early mornings.
sunburned beans
picked by blessed fingers
only mature
Mmmmm!
Now I am ready for The New Day.
a new day
with golden edges -every one
in dreams
Carpe Diem: #1113
The Pilgrimage starts — the prologue.
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