A rush of sunshine
flushes through
the dregs of night
and croissants
complement the
subtle scents
of coffee
brewed and waiting
for clouds of cream
to swirl and gather
in their
richness
while mango slices
echo sunlight's
gold against
the plate
and tempt
the sleepy palate
a touch of pale
pink ginger
adding spice
to rev the engine
of the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delicious wording! Scrummy! HG: -) xx