I’m your bold Scottish breakfast

To be appreciated in bed at 4

Depth of milk quenches hungered thirst

While insatiable poetry from marked lips pour


Rolling hills lay ripe, undiscovered

Under striking antlered mosses

Stripped down to bare vulnerabilities

No more bearing the luggage of heavy crosses


Infuse my leaves with robust sensory

While tasting rain from the growing season

With rare alignment of perfect conditions

Sipping from my full-bodied gardens of eden









  1. Singledust · July 13, 2016

    i think i might like tea if served as such….i was drowning….this is beautiful

    Liked by 1 person

  2. 365daysofkindness · July 13, 2016

    I’ll never look at my breakfast tea the same way again.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. VictoryInTrouble · July 14, 2016

    Last line is a gem! Lovely poem!!

    Liked by 1 person

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