Morning Glory a poem at spillwords.com by Anne G

Morning Glory

Morning Glory

A Poem

by Anne G

Morning glory,

weekend bliss;

well earned hours,

free from care.

Buttermilk biscuits, piping hot;

kissed with melting butter pats.

Brewing coffee smells and sounds;

announcing breakfast time is near.

Maple syrup, sweet and thick;

pancakes, waffles, and French toast.

Frosty glasses topped to brimming,

swirling orange liquid gold.

Rain or shine, clouds or snow;

anticipations, half the fun.

[bctt tweet=”Brewing coffee smells and sounds; announcing breakfast time is near. “]

 

Anne G

Anne G

JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write?
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
Anne G

Latest posts by Anne G (see all)