Every December
I undertake a delicious mission.
The subtle smells
Of vanilla and cinnamon
Give an inkling
Of the treasures my kitchen holds,
Tins and jars laden with
Pecan-crusted raspberry thumbprint cookies,
Almond bark swirled with walnuts and raisins,
Banana bars studded with chocolate chips,
A snowy dusting of powdered sugar on top,
Treats guaranteed
To arouse amorous thoughts
In the most jaded of eaters
And to entice
Devout dieters
Right over the precipice.
As I set another
Warm pan of holiday cheer
To cool on a trivet,
I genuflect briefly
Toward the North Pole
And continue creating
Peace on Earth,
One batch at a time.
10 comments:
This is delicious writing! I love where the words took you, Mary, and yes, now I'm hungry. The listing of baked goods got me salivating. :)
Bring on those goodies, Mary! A delectible wordle poem.
This is what happens why I get prompt words while planning my holiday baking! Thanks for the kind comments :)
This is a great way to approach the season.
Aww... I love this, Mary. I can smell those delicious treats now.
I genuflect briefly
Toward the North Pole
Hhehehe! As do all cook everywhere at this time of year, eh? Nice one!♥
Mary, I checked three times to make sure this posting wasn't somehow entered by my wife. I didn't know two of you could exist at the same time. Beautiful, tasty poem.
Yum! Your poem is a sweet holiday treat! Wish I lived in your neighborhood!
I love it! So yummy I can almost smell it.
everyone in the house is always happier when those aromas start drifting from the oven
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