Warm Baked Pie

[Author's Note: I went to a meetup where everyone sat for an hour over a few word prompts to write someything. One of the prompts was 'spiral', but after the first line, rest just flowed. And the imagery gave me a sense of gentle solace.]

A spiral bound book,
one pretty looking cook.
her beautiful eyes,
warm, baked pies.

Thick crispy paper,
wet flowing ink.
Long lost memories,
morning lips, so pink.

Gentle orange sunset,
Far fading light.
farewell it is,
Hello, Midnight !