Butter Cream

I remember cake not stained by the hurry-hurry dye of “let’s get this done, before too many take note of another year added….”

I’ll choose the sweetness of grateful desire to linger over the celebration of seasons represented there at the table, the love not subtracted.


As that orb of warmth out there
Speak sweetly then
Despite today’s bitter news
Turn your smallest corners


Give a purposeful gift
Bringing brilliance
Urgent illumination
To other creation 

And I will too