It is a day I like, that swells in jasmine trailswhile in scarlet mists a Sun thus born:pilfers ginger yellowand slips the piquant in my tea;mild perhaps is a Sun leftin every sip of ginger-tea!And the dough gobbles the bakerchurned, kneaded,he now swells in hints of cinnamon:by dawn a baker’s thus reborn.From grace to witnessContinue reading “Friday Morn”
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About Friday Eve
What honors shall I bestow upon thee,my gleeful day,my blessed Friday?’tis an evening,’tis your feast.I sip the red and gulp the sceneand the wine just seepsinto what is seen.I then in a trancegently swaying with the trees,dancing in a crimson breeze,’tis but a splendor,a jewel among ruby eves!