Marmalade in the Morning
The morning sun stretches,
yawning wide over mountain
ridges before slipping back
under a thick grey quilt.
Eager dark clouds push
their way across the day
while I spread lemon and
lavender marmalade over
toasted English muffin.
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Late Afternoon Tea
Clouds smudged with the
grime of a day’s journey
align like runners carrying
a banner, “Look to the West”.
Blue, crystal blue patches
make way as day dwindles.
My last sip of lavender
and chamomile tea.

These marmalade poems are so very lovely, dear Marion. I am so impressed by your delicate, gossamer, thinking and writing. And I miss you. Katerina
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Your words are always encouraging and appreciative.
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