Poetry of Baking
. BAKING, Baking Poetry, Baking thoughts, Bread, butter
Baking
At night, I wake up sweating
And feel poems baking in my heart
Like my grandmother's biscuits.
As I toss and turn, they brown and rise.
I test each one and add a pat of butter here,
Some honey there, a bit of jam.
I will savor them with my morning coffee.
-- Published in Writer's Journal 2004 . Raynette Eitel
