by Anne G
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. "]
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