Cup of tea in the morning
hot, sweet, flushed, fresh, pungent
The first light creeps, a pale, soft hand,
Brushing the night from weary land.
A gentle sigh, the curtains stir,
And slumber's hold begins to blur.
A sleepy head, a yawn so wide,
But wait, a promise does reside.
A steaming cup, a fragrant brew,
A morning ritual, just for you.
The porcelain warm against your palm,
A gentle heat to chase the calm.
The rising steam, a wispy plume,
Carrying dreams to find their tomb.
A sip so slow, a moment held,
The bitter kiss, a story told.
Of leaves sun-kissed, on distant shores,
And journeys made, through open doors.
The world awakens, one by one,
But here's a pause, beneath the sun.
A quiet strength, a steady hand,
This cup of tea, in morning land.
About the Creator
Moharif Yulianto
a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook
Comments (4)
Aww this had all the feels! Nice one.
Coffee for me please hehehe. Loved your poem!
I couldn't start my day without a cup of tea. I appreciate this!
Yea! Tea is good! Well done!