Poet’s Corner: Chopin for breakfast

Lightly at first, orchestra and smells

A few more instruments added

As steam rose from pots

Oatmeal simmering with notes

Gliding on the waft of fruit

Cherries dipped in liquid sunshine,

Fresh apricot preserves, 

Flown in the night before 

From a friend far away.

Then the familiar took over

No one could take another bite

Because the music took hold

Chopin, played by someone else,

Still powerful, controlled

Chopin for breakfast.  


……………… by Rev. Emily Hagan, Lyons