Quite By Chance (Poetry)

I found a poem in an egg
curled and warm, its flavour sweet
it lingered subtle on the tongue
dissolving slow, a Springtime treat

The taste was floral petalled rhyme
with scent that charmed and filled the air
its freshness rolling softly breathed
to spread new promise everywhere

I’ve kept those speckled shards of thought
in hope maybe one day I’ll hear
the echo of that poem should
I hold its shell against my ear