Burnt Toast – A Poem

Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay

Fruited gales of coming rain weave through the Summer ether,

Like the crisp corners of burnt toast makes breakfast sweeter,

Its sultry char pitching itself from the once expensive toaster,

Catapulting its vivaciousness into waiting arms in savory flare

Planting a friendly kiss from both sides on gravity’s enchanter.

As Giddy, the German shepherd enraptured with sniffing ardor,

Finds it hard despite motherly advice, to spurn this hot suitor.

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspiration, sometimes writer, faith

24 thoughts on “Burnt Toast – A Poem

      1. Absolutely we are all blessed when joy comes a knocking. Like when an angel comes a calling – we donโ€™t know how many we may have all ready met. Have an amazing day and great Sabbath. โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ™love Joni

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