15 June 2023 (more fog)

more fog for breakfast the whole bowl of cherries

5 September 2022 (toast)

buttered toast . . .

a flurry of finches

before the rain

3 September 2020 (blueberries)

morning chill

more blueberries in my bowl

than cereal

5 March 2020 (breakfast)

I wrote this poem last week in response to the theme of “favorite meal,” as suggested by Tia Haynes at The Haiku Foundation’s weekly Haiku Dialogue. (Check out the many wonderful haiku other poets came up with on this topic—it will make you hungry!)

breakfast for dinner

as if we could

just start over

February 8: US Toboggan Championships

Today was the last day of the US Toboggan Championships at the Camden Snow Bowl. Despite the low temperatures, the tobogganers were lively in the chute, food was hearty, and we left smelling of woodsmoke.

 

At the toboggan races

eating egg sandwiches

around the fire pit

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July 30: Hostas

Berries on cereal.
Hosta blossoms hum with bees.
So begins my day.

July 24: Morning ritual

Although I love mornings--the light, the birdsong, the promise of the day ahead--I'm not a "morning person." I just wasn't made that way. So I try to follow a morning ritual, of sorts, to help me ease into the day calmly: a word game on my iPad, the daily New York Times crossword puzzle, my usual bowl of cereal (sharing the milk at the bottom of the bowl with the cat), perhaps an early round of the flower beds dead-heading the day lilies. Then, with everything in order, I step out into the rest of my day...

Slow start--dove's soft coo,
cereal with fresh berries,
a crossword puzzle.