On the very first night strolling through the ancient streets of Rome

Soft sweetness in a bakery window sliced through my traveling fog.

The next morning at breakfast, a cone bouquet screamed ‘Gelato!’

Everywhere we walked, colorful bins of temptation,

Gardens of chocolate delights,

Posies waiting to be picked,

Each blossom prettier than the one before.

So many, even handmade tassels became a pastel homage to Easter.

May yours be lovely and sweet.