The scent of freshly baked bread
Is like a dream you don't want to wake from
You'd rather break bread
Than cut it with a knife
Fingers might get burned
But you don't mind
Butter somehow behaves better
It seeps right into the rich texture
Yummy
Teeth knows the drill
Bite like there's no tomorrow
Chew swallow
Feel good
The scent of freshly baked bread
Is like a dream you don't want to wake from
© gillena cox 2024
Swing low
Oh morning shadow
Still on early bend of dawn.
In nearby forest maybe little fawn
Might rise from bended
Sleep now ended
Some trees are wide awake
For daybreak's sake
Now birds will twitter
And a child in her knicker
Will yawn
© gillena cox 2024
It was one of those days
When happiness and strife
Sat at her table to dine
On words witty and rife
Firstly she said knocking
A spoon on the teapot
I want silence and attention
Despite your mouthfuls
Of sweet and sour delights
Someone raised a hand
A gesture she thought annoying
And attention grabbing
Yet she smiled sweetly
Nodding her head and holding
Her tongue, in a simple task
Of conforming by example.
Asking Sara
You have crossed over
Is there enough ink
To scribe the journey
Was it plain sailing
To the other realm
Sincerely asking
Are your words with you
So are you writing
Sunsets are golden
Morning comes again
We are not angry
Your words enlighten
Avid poets sway
mystery beholden
Ink here is flowing
You there are resting
© gillena cox 2024
Door ajar
A peek allowed into her heart,
She loves wholeheartedly
Still expecting love in return
She allows only a peek into
A heart that can easily be wounded
A door that can open to
A jar full of fireflies
Given with a smile
