ascending from the depths of sleeping
before new dawn lifts the curtain of darkness
a thrill of returning memory weaves
dream amnesia into the fabric of contentment
perfectly poached egg nestled in
the fluff of a biscuit two inches high
coffee a sable brown liqueur infused with
cream so rich it whips with a single stir
sharing the morning’s sun-dappled lace cloth,
an open journal. its linen pages absorbing
elegant indigo script shaped into
hours and stanzas of inspiration
velvet snowy camellia, white rose scents
fulfilling the promise of harmony
in the mellifluent strains of a sonata
late afternoon walk atop cliff towers
that merge with the restless sea
shore breezes calm to a whispered zephyr
reluctant dusk is sliced by gilt rays that follow
the sun below the azure horizon
momentary pause to rest on the garden chaise
descending into a languid drowse
until the sapphire and diamond night
spreads a canopy of serenity over another day
