Ode to Cherry Pie
Having a little insomnia tonight. So I'm just generating random stuff tonight.
A golden crown of butter-fluted dough,
Beneath it lies a sea of crimson bright.
The kitchen fills with scents that softly glow,
As warmth awakens summer’s sweet delight.
The flaky shell gives way with gentle crack,
As ruby rivers spill upon the plate.
A sweet-tart harmony draws spirits back,
To summer evenings, lingering and late.
No gilded sweet could ever match its grace,
Nor rival what the patient oven yields.
It speaks of home, of time, of quiet space,
Where comfort settles and the spirit heals.
So let the seasons shift and years roll by,
My love for cherry pie will not decay.
Beneath its crust, a universe will lie,
To sweeten up the ordinary day.