Love and Warm Toast

Sunny daze indeed. Just add butter & honey

‘Love and Warm Toast’

 

The breeze that blows across the field

Carries the scent of various wild grasses

Feral flowers and the cereal farmer’s gold

 

Later

 

The miller with his cool and calloused fingers

Shall fashion and form

Each golden husk into breakfast

 

Thus

 

Reminding me of my mother as a young woman

Many years ago now but always

Smiling and smelling of love and warm toast

 

Author's Note

I just had to get this out into the open... Go on I dare ya, be ruthless

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville... once again I came across your Poem... and the scent of Mothers Love. Be blessed and enjoy the Season of Wild Geese and the Harvest of he Field... as the Seasons become the Reasons to share the Beauty of early Autumn as it Smiles. gently, Pat

[Neville]

I am so glad you stumbled upon this little scribble from 2014 Pat .. so much has happened since the day those words up there were first conceived .. made me cry so ya did ................... Neville x

[Talesha]

Love this,so simple and sweet.I think of Southern France in the summertime,even though I've never visited there lol :) Great poem.

[Neville]

Southern France in reality is as delightful as these words you recently left for me. Bless ya Talesha

[Neville]

Southern France in reality is as delightful as these words you recently left for me. Bless ya Talesha

[Talesha]

aww :) Bless you too.

[Frieda P]

Awh this is SO sweet....how could anyone be ruthless with this sentiment? All butter & honey'd goodness here...

[Neville]

I am delighted that you have stopped by again Frieda, your kind words and encouragement certainly mean a lot to this old fella. All Good Things, N

[Frieda P]

Mean getting to get back, doing that catch up thing since I got back and my pleasure....

[Neville]

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