Counting My Blessings
A fuggy aroma of good food
fills my warm kitchen; Chet’s on
the stereo and Love’s on the sofa
with a cheerful child and dozing dogs.
Mellow Merlot mind,
no payments are due
except for those made in kind.
Art Pepper in the afternoon and
red peppers roasted for soup.
Patchouli perfume and the perfect pumps
on my feet; Monday’s miles
away, I’m just digging the beat.
Bubbling bath before bed,
Billie crooning beautiful blues
and aphrodisiac honey hot toddy
takes me to heavenly, satisfied slumber.
©Cindy Taylor 2008