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Timeless Splendor | A Poem by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Gnarled fingers
grasping tightly;
the buttery, black
raspberry jam
toasted muffin.
Sun is up but cool
morning breezes;
hot coffee impatiently
waits as does
my little chihuahua.
Slippers on with a
book in hand.
Blue jays feeding
on the burnt crust.
On the back porch
I watch as the dog
chases hoodoos or
whatsits in the yard;
soon corralled but a
barista’s not here;
back inside I go;
for another cup of
timeless splendor.


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