The placemat lies lonely in place,
wishing to see a second face.
The sun eats away at the fog of dawn
making clear the way for the dew-walk of the fawn.
The morning delights of the butterfly and bird,
the skipping of stones, sliced water barely heard.
Drip, drop, crackle, drip,
the coffee aroma hastens the first awakening sip.
Steam from the toaster, the table is set,
the currant and strawberry jams placing their bet..
The lion-like faces of the colourful pansies
decorate the room with the raw life that one fancies.
The literary piece awaits the turning of pages,
offering escape into a world of past ages........
