Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning Routine

The sap of the tree releases

 Sweetness masticated by mother 

In quest of nourishment 

brown bodies rummage the blades of greenery 

pages are met by an inquisitive eye 

words float 

glistening by the translucence from the window pane 

smells of hot buttered biscuits

turkey bacon

omelet scramble

embrace the kitchen 

traveling to the nostrils of the once-wondering eye 

when the meal is fulfilled 

the words are left afloat with no guidance  

seats are taken 

God's grace is given 

The sap is poured