Up early to bake a cake before work
for a friend's birthday, in cool morning air.
Outside, the Sunday Times crossword
where I left it last night, the paper rippled
with dew, perpetually unfinished.
Later: chocolate ganache
and 90 degrees. Few words.
Summer crackles forward.
Mmmmmmmmm. Cake. Ganache.
ReplyDeleteDon't it just?
ReplyDeleteNice slice here, T.