SUNDAY BREAKFAST

bittersweet notions

SUNDAY BREAKFAST

 

SUNDAY BREAKFAST

I am rapt inside the forest

in the chill of white

dotted with green

to collect pine cones

for our home fires

 

Tis dawn, my usual trek

the wife peacefully snores

a purple hue reflects off the snow here and there

the sun is ready to awaken

        quietude

though a few beasts express their yawns

 

My eyelids crust

and chill blankets my neck

I note lately that the last few walks

zap my energy

truly I detect that my mind is indolent

naught to be cheerful about

 

I pause for minutes to catch a deep breath

to observe the comeliness

something that brings me much rapture

 

I lay down to caress the frozen vapor

a carpet of milky cotton candy

it is Sunday, a day of repose

 

My wife will undoubtedly worry

if I miss our special breakfast

 

 

Perhaps she will track me

 in placid sleep

Or

the figure of my body left behind

 

 

Author's Note

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!

Reviews

[Stuart Munro]

Betty , Lovely poem , I prefer winter to the summer , it’s peaceful , people hibernate mostly , so they don’t disturb me verbally ,

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Stuart for your lovely review! I like the sereneness of Winter myself....time to think!read moreThank you Stuart for your lovely review! I like the sereneness of Winter myself....time to think!
Best, B

[Chris Shaw]

Wonderful imagery here Betty and I could anticipate the fragrance of pine. How lovely to have a real fire when it’s bitterly cold with blanket snow outside. I am sitting myself in front of a log fire this evening. Warms the heart and soul. I so enjoyed this write.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

I love sitting by the fire, something almost meditative about it.... but in this poem we don't know the ending... Thank you dear Chris for your lovely take on this poem!
Best to you,
B

[Dave Brown]

That nasty snow does get a bit more difficult to plod through as time carries on
I have never tried burning pine cones.
I wonder if their smoke tends to coat chimney walls with that nasty creosote stuff
anyhow, you also have a jolly new year

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks for your review, have a happy one too!!!
Best,B

[Pete]

set a place for me. this is lovely. no cares, no worries. the true feel of a sunday morning repast, feeding my soul ... :)

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Pete for stopping by and offering a fine review!
Best, B

[Pete]

my pleasure and privilege ... :)

[Stuart Munro]

Happy New Year , Betty , it’s like the Uk , Ok , A shivering Good poem and
Chattering teeth as I read it

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank Stuart for a lovely shivering review!!!!
Best, B

[Stuart Munro]

It’s a Shivering Pleasure Betty
Best Stuart

[willweb]

And I thought cold cereal for breakfast was not a good idea. This was a very creative offering that took me outside in the cold and left me feeling bad for this wandering soul. Beautifully written Betty

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you so much Will, appreciated....
Best, B

[W. Barrett Munn]

A real snow angel - or has he gone over to the dark siide? Either way, at least he had breakfast.

Winston

[Betty Hermelee]

Well, that's for the reader to decide; but in any case he might have missed his Sunday breakfast!!read moreWell, that's for the reader to decide; but in any case he might have missed his Sunday breakfast!!
Nice review, much appreciated;
Best, B

[lightsong]

Ohhhh.... I felt the chill, the rapture... the first verse pull us enchantingly... I felt the snow, the forest, the cold fingers.... this is very well writte, leave such impact on us.

Happy New Year to You too, please live long and have many Sunday Breakfast 🤍

[Betty Hermelee]

A wonderful review, much appreciated! Happy New Year!
Best, B.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

hauntingly beautiful...I felt the chill as I read.
that special breakfast....the last meal....she knows he loved her...right down to his last visible breath.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you J, love it when you love it! Happy New Year!
Best, B

[John the Baptist]

The speaker here seems to be lapsing into hyperthermia. Enraptured by the beauty of the scene, he does not become alarmed as the symptoms progress. He does not seem to be upset at the thought voiced at the poem's end. I fear his wife is soon to be a widow.

[Betty Hermelee]

A terrific and thoughtful review John! Thank you immensely!
Best, B.