You ever smelled air so thick
with pancakes, you dreamt 
of maple syrup rain?

The morning buzz of a warm winter
settles into my cup as
leaves crunch atop hot buttered streets —
the day paved for champions.

Translucent pink clouds
sizzle over the setting sun,
plated on a pastel sky.

A sweet surprise after
the daylong feast:
a gibbous, soon full.