Moments of quiet reflection
holding on to the last sweet dream
inevitably it evaporates
like the steam from the cup
I stir the little cauldron clockwise
tap the rim lightly with a silver spoon
banishing the nights cobwebs
conjuring images of the day
I breathe the steam
enjoying the warmth
on my face and in my hands
First timid sip, rolling across my tongue
the first swallow
a hot, sweet liquid hug
Copyright © 2007, Deb Starr
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Showing posts with label morning. Show all posts
Monday, September 3, 2007
Morning Ritual
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