Golden

This moment, coffee
in my cup,
cut melon
in my bowl,
cranberry scones, fresh-baked,
on my plate,
the morning sun still hidden
by green trees,
new-laid eggs
in a basket,
the first cucmbers
on the counter,
golden squash
heaped in a bucket.
This.

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About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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