Presto

Mornin' dreamin'

Presto

The bed feels so much purrfect on the morning warm.

Comfort holds like sleepy pillowed arms

If I could just say "Presto" and return 

I'd rise to  walk a beach in rising sun

Dressed in might as well be naked shirt and jeans

The ice of ocean water on my feet

As long legged pipers run ahead

and wind gusts slice through wetted skin

Presto

And the sheets are still as warm

The pillow shape still fits my head

I stand leg braced across the bow rail

To watch a  bluefish futile jump to get away

To land and bounce behind my feet

A TV Cajun cook stopped  catch  release plans long ago

There's three filetted and chopped in egg wet sauce

Two  buckets neath the grill

To soon be dropped into the dry

and then saute as  boat approaches shore

To join with friends at mooring dock

Supplying toasted goodness and hot coffee

Buttered marmaladed  croissant wedges 

Taste so fine

Presto

and these sheets are just devine

Reviews

[Shelley Warner]

I like the ocean scene where long legged sand pipers run ahead

[Sel Whiteley]

A brilliant, vivid and very atmospheric poem.Unfortunately, you've succeeded in making me feel hungry and tired, longing for my bed, at once, doh!

[Gandré]

Why I like this is that an adult and I know approx. your age, can still be so curious about the world, having pleasure in those small things like a coffee and croissants and observing the every day's miracles of our life. In fact, everything is a miracle, absolutely everything. thank you for reminding me.

[Narnie]

Abso-bloody-lutely gorgeous, this is.

[cest la vie]

Nuthing better than warm sheets, perfectly molded pillow and time to dream..

I love this..