Morning: A Poem

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.

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