Warm Like Toast

Buds popped,
the sweet smell
of spring is in the air.
Lover's entwined,
it feels warm like a quilt.

Forest green
leaves swayed,
as a cool breeze blew above.
Sun's ray,
it feels warm like fresh milk.

Rain caresses
gently down my cheeks,
like a fingertip strokes the hand.
Come now,
It feels like warm toast.

Copyright Denise A White