The Beach Plum Jelly – v2

The beach plum jelly, unctuous, flowing
out on the deck, on the Vineyard
the thick sour dough toast, almost burnt
dripping with it, a deep cut of my coffee
the bees coming closer, swarming,
knowingly, sensing its nectar,
as I shoo them away,
wanting a nibble, a bite,
of my breakfast that day
The cup of coffee, dark,
right beside me, hot,
the thick aroma of chicory
wafting around me, alive
summer vacation, richly
bliss in this moment, luxurious.
letting the day slide later
nowhere special to be


edited July 9, 2012
October 14, 2010
Martha’s Vineyard, MA

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 19,120+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

The Beach Plum Jelly

The beach plum jelly
out on the deck
the thick sour dough toast
dripping with it
the bees coming closer
as I shoo them away,
wanting a nibble
of my breakfast that day
The cup of coffee
right beside me
the thick aroma of chicory
wafting around me
summer vacation
bliss in this moment
letting the day slide later
nowhere special to be


October 14, 2010


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 19,140+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.