Hi there! I hope you enjoy this little poem that I wrote this evening.
The steam that rises carelessly from my warm mug of tea
Mixes with the haziness of the early morning light;
A golden glow lights the edges of the curtains and sparks patterns
Across the bedroom walls;
My toes, cold, stretch out beneath the patchwork quilt,
And a new day lifts from upon my shoulders like the rising
Of the steam, and time, for a moment, ceases,
Becoming jumbled in the light and the shadows,
And the warmth of my heart.
A Teacup Full of Stories 