Monday, March 7, 2011

Poetic Breakfast

A few drops of Olive oil, and butter (just a smidgen),

     joining together in a hot pan - 
crackling beneath the egg,  freshly dropped from its
delicate, brown shell.   

One piece of perfectly shaped, whole wheat bread -
     toasted, and butter-teased, 
adorned with sweet basil, and carefully placed beneath
the gentle, soft yolk. 

Soaking up the flavors - 
     an infusion of white,
and yellow.......................and green,
all the way down to the
crispy bottomed
brown.  

The olive oil, the butter,
the egg, the basil,
the toast.

Yum.

Breakfast.  










2 comments:

  1. Yum! It's bedtime for me, but I'm ready for breakfast now :) What a nice poem...

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  2. Thanks, Kerry. Whenever I can't think of anything to write about, I can ALWAYS write about FOOD : )

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