Sunday Morning, "Ladies of the Canyon" and Blueberry Pancakes
Morning sun peaks through blinds
Warm, bright beams thaw icy ground
The world awakes as do I
Stretch, yawn, connect with earth
Breathe and expand muscle
After peaceful sleep
Sunday comes
Blessed day of rest
Make the world stop
And enjoy rich blessings
Ethereal music drifts from the stereo
A voice from the past produces vocal art
Each note and word a musical sculpture
I dwell on the beauty and prepare breakfast
Mix batter with ripe, juicy blueberries
Spoon the mixture on well-used griddle
Sizzle, flip, and gingerly place on plates
My creation warm, brown, and light as air
Air to be sweetened with maple syrup
And to be enjoyed by you