A Warm Bakery

On a rainy morning,

At some time of the day in mid-winter

I heard a sound of hustling, 

Was it the trees rustling?

No silly, it’s the silver crockery

Crowded in Malvern Buttery. 

The sounds of murmur rise in the air,

Is this a cafe or a winter fair?

With the warm smell of coffee

and oven-baked soft breads

A tingling grumble rises deep in the belly.

Berry Lust

Day 57

Oh, dear delicious berry

In red, black and blue

Lord, the sweetness

How I crave for you!

Is it the season or just my desire

That I wish to desperately savour you.

In jellies, jams, juices and cheese cakes

I have thought merely of you.

My sweet, sour, pulpy, juicy berries

All I want is you!