Daylight spills across the lake
in quiet threads of gold,
touching water, touching sky,
a story gently told.
The mist lifts like a whispered dream
drifting from the shore,
while ripples catch the newborn light
and carry it once more.
The world is still remembering
the night it left behind,
yet in the shining water
a softer peace I find.
For morning writes its promise
on every ripple it makes—
hope moving with the sunlight
across the waking lake.
Salmon En Croute for Dinner this evening, with a couple of glasses of gin and tonic.
It’s a fantastic song by The Monkees 😁
Breakfast greets the morning light,
A gentle start, warm and bright.
A cup of tea, a slice of toast,
Simple things we cherish most.
It wakes the mind, it stirs the day,
Chasing sleepiness away.
A quiet moment, calm and new,
A chance to breathe the morning through.
For in that meal, both small and sweet,
The day and hope so softly meet.
I had a bowl of cereal, and I also had a full English breakfast, with hash browns, black pudding, etc. It was lovely.
All good things must come to an end, though. It has been a lovely stay. More will be revealed re my destination later.
SmileyRose Ramblings by
Frances Rose Agnes Napper (She/Her) 