The sweetness of the oranges
From summer’s distant coast
The butter soft and spreadable
On fresh and golden toast
The crispness of the crusty loaf
In thickened slices made.
The quiet pop of opening
The jar of marmalade!
The butter curls in yellow swirls
To vanish out of sight
Deliciously, invisibly
It melts in pure delight
And then a spoon of marmalade
Oh! nature’s golden shred!
Lands softly on that buttered slice
Of freshly toasted bread.
The wind outside the window;
The rain that fills the night
The winter world’s more bearable
With each delicious bite.
The sweetness of the oranges
This thing I like the most,
Where butter meets the marmalade
On fresh and golden toast
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