I open my blinds

The apple out my window

Greets me with great blooms

White petals and a sweet smell

Holding a promise of fruit

You two make me smile

Without reservation

So much so it hurts

Tonight’s suspicions confirmed

Ice cream is best served with friends

A well-built breakfast,

Starting before a sunrise,

Two eggs and wheat toast

Jam, potatoes, and my friends,

These are the things I crave.

Friendship looks like bread,

Specifically banana,

Baked to perfection,

Hand delivered by beauties,

Grinning ear to ear with joy.

Words cannot describe

The evening I have just had

I thought it started

With an absolute, hello!

But desert was fireworks!