The Spiromaniacs muse is back! 

I love haiku — the double meanings, paradoxes and tiny poignant reflections on life contained in 17 perfect syllables.  And they are short enough that often I can compose en entire poem during Morgan’s morning walk.  Which is what happened today.  There’s something wonderfully fulfilling about knowing that no matter what else happens for the rest of the day, today I have completed a work of art.

Panettone french toast
Powdered sugar, falling snow
Wintersweet breakfast