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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