The Moon and I, we like to bake.

When all is still and quiet,
(except for one lone cricket )
we assemble our ingredients,
measure and stir,
scrape the sides and lick the spoon.

We imbue the darkened shadows
into our cakes, rolls and breads
leavening them with your dreams
as you slumber in your comfy beds.

Satisfied with the fragrance
still clinging to the solitude,
we quietly wash the assemblage clean.

"Give of us," the Moon glows
in luminescent tones.
"For what good is it not to share
the magic morseled into each bite?
Invite those who dream this sleep
to join us in some moonlight."

Please take a slice, a sliver, a taste.
It assimilates into you with no waste.
A cake baked by the Moon and me
fuels more than any hunger, you see.

Plated together in silver and truth,
we are more than mortals on this earth.
We each are unique with boundless souls
loving crafted into our purest worth.

"It's the love, you know," the Moon and I smile.
"That's the ingredient best shared."

mj 7.10.15 poem and pumpkin bundt cake photo :))