Poem of the day

Ingredients

My heart is bursting
for cold fall days
rainy after-school
afternoons
or Saturday mornings alone
outside a cafe
with a cup of hot liquid
warming my fingers
and burning in my chest as I sip.
The wind chases leaves along
the sidewalk; cars splash by,
the rain sprinkles my face
but I am kept warm
by this inside fire
fueled by hot chocolate
or tea
or frothed milk.
My heart is bursting
for such a simple mix of elements
like the nostalgic aroma
of wheat, water, and yeast
mixed in a bowl and heated.
I am baking scenes with my emotions
good ingredients
make good bread