Breakfast Thoughts on a Sunday in spring

I broke my fast with bread and cheese
and looked for poetry to read
stanzas which bless
the earth
and wind
and skies
but found my needed reverie
within the peace surrounding me
and in the breeze
and birdsong
winging by.

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