Ruminating dulcet dreams of cream puffs, choux
Pillow dainties of pastry prophets top the menu.
Swirling concoctions ebbing at their soft center,
Like summer waves caress sand on the seashore.
Into their hallowed labyrinth center patissiers
Pipe, angelic fillings dreamy unbridled mysteries
Topping their just desserts in liberty’s ganache,
Dissolving sticky situations with edible panache.
On the edge of ashes, seasonal thoughts quiver,
Plucked from their sparks, crisp morsels to savor,
In fancy orbs on a tree dripping with phoenix elixir.