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.
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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
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
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