~French Bread and Chocolate~

                                                                                                  French Bread and Chocolate

  by Sarah Calvello

the mornings here are lazy

suburban hills touched

by the faintest traces of sun

and peach

like the golden edges of an old painting

misty fog hangs where the birds sing

I remember these mornings

with the velvety tongue

of chocolate spread

between fingers

licking spaces between clean

spreading iit on the open petals of french bread

just baked and soft

and smelling of home

there are even 

golden-haired children

slowly emerging from their houses

sleep filled eyes and lazy laughter

the cross on the hill still sleeps in mist