As I wake to the muted light, I feel
the plush fibers of my blanket caress
my legs. Slowly, I cast off the surreal
film of sleep, arise and the day address.
I start by tracing the well traveled route
down the hall to the coffee pot. I hold
the smooth plastic handle and pull out
the basket full of wet grounds that are old.
With a new pot of coffee brewing, I
let my gaze wander to the French doors. With
light still filtering in through the clouds. Spry
is the little bird outside eating pith.
The foggy morning is a Devine treat.
Warm coffee mug between my hands, complete.
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Kim Loostrom
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Oh, this was divine, and I really loved your rhyme scheme here :) Amazing! ❤️