I really like this one for its originality. - poetheart 05/20/03
Were only my life
A loaf of bread
Risen from yeast
And dough
Carefully kneaded
On a small wooden board
By a woman
With hair of snow
Baked in an oven
Of fire-red brick
Over a bed
Of coal
Then gently placed
To sit still and cool
On the windowsill
Tranquil, and slow
© 2003 Eunice Irwin