Poets United

Poets United prompt this week #63 is smell. We can choose something that smells good or bad.  As Hurricane Irene approaches I want to bake. I guess baking has a calming effect for me; it sooths my soul. This is how this poem came to mind. I haven't made these yet today, but probably will. It will keep me, my mind preoccupied. We have done all we can to get ready for this storm and now it is time to wait... I see nature preparing itself.  A toad has crawled up on my front porch. He has tucked himself in a corner, to set out the storm. He climbed up four steps to get out of harm's way. I will check on him during the storm. I went out and hugged my oak tree; she has weathered quite a few hurricanes. When Isabel struck she kept 4 trees from falling on our home. I so hope she can make it through this one. Did I really hug the tree; I did ;D   I hope those of you, who are dealing with nature's fury, will take care and heed the advised wisdom.  It is better to be safe than sorry, to prepare for the worst, and hope for the best~   I apologize if my poem makes you hungry~

 (this was cinnamon bread, but close enough, it has the pinwheel in it and a sea of swirly cinnamon)

Cinnamon dreams awake me

In a lazy waltz

Saturday morning indulgence

Cold frost ices my windows

Sun peeking through a sea of fog

Walking into rooster’s roost

Mom’s proud kitchen aligned with her collection

Tea kettle whistles good morning

Bundles of yeast dough align bread board

Waiting for loving hands to shape and caress the new bundles

Pinching their cheeks,

Shaping them into morning’s goodness

Anticipation bubbles

Salty cream cheese sits waiting

Stirred memories arrive

With the sprinkling of cinnamon dust

Swirly pinwheels arranged on blacked cookie sheet

Warmth arrives then timer dings

Sugared cloud blends into icing

crevices of hot steamy bun lets the river

of blended vanilla goodness flow

Vanilla beans dance on my tongue

Pungent cinnamon waves wake me

As I poke, tear and taste

I am nine, all over again

At the Maple wood table

Family all around

Beagle at my feet waiting for her treat

Love fills my heart

When I bake pinwheels from my past