sunday afternoon
coffee, cake, and live music
trees dance in the wind
a dear friend stops and says ‘hello’
shared moments in our story.
smooth cream of cheesecake
nestled upon a biscuit
a hint of lemon
is like bite-size happiness
a taste of innocent love
black crow on the roof
watches the sea of people
on an autumn day
she sits and drinks her coffee
her eyes searching for her prey
Charlie Ann Alford 
I have only read, and enjoyed two of your pieces but I have noticed that like Bob and me (I?) food plays an active part in your imagination. Great blog site.
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Thank you, yes I do love my food 🙂
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