Tumeric and cayenne spice,
early morning skies,
the blue that I can see,
reminds me of Cozumel.

Sizzling and popping,
peppered bacon dances,
In the skillet,
adding aroma and music.

A drum beat of perking coffee,
joins the sounds and smells,
a rooster crows in the back yard,
as I crack brown astrolarp eggs.

Golden yolks suddenly match the sun,
the sky, now just blue with a single cloud,
I scramble and reach in the cabinet,
for pinches of cayenne and tumeric.