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I roll the dough between my hands

The crumbs drop off into the pan.

I was drawn to a kitchen from long ago

My Scottish Grandma , I remember so.

Hands with a dish towel she rang ,

I remember how often she sang.

Amazing Grace, she chorused the home.

Scottish aired from her among the scones.

The whirl of the smell drifted toward me.

I in my memory can still see .

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Damp, cool autumn wakes.

as the apples drop,

sunset shades are pulled just

before the clock can change.

The aroma of the apples

crisping from cinnamon

as the butter browns just in time

to take them out to serve.

Celebration of the season

seems sweeter from a hard summer.

CMM. 2023

A September day

Shadowed by

The summer sun.

As sunflowers

Dance in fading light .

The moment reflects

A wistful sight .

Passing season of heat

And drought.

Lends now to a walk about,

The fields of sunflowers .

I wake and rouse

Throw on my shoes

I meet the dark

And watch to see

Nature smiles

Gives back at me.

When time has passed,

leaving memories as traces.

The renewing of play

shows up on the faces.

It is a moment that is treasured forever

of childhood laughs

and treasured together.

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In early morning light

I lite a fire

to break the chill

Summer’s gift …

CMM. 2023

ice tea a summer drink

Goes with runs

And and summer fun

Ice tea