Morning Tea
 
Greeting the day
With poetry and Earl Grey
As the sun slowly wakens
Above a bland landscape
That has shaken off the colours of fall
And still has not wrapped itself
In the beauty of winter’s crystal lace,
And I know just how it feels
To be stuck in limbo

Sifting through words,
Every syllable infused with
Heart and soul,
Tasting the bergamot on my tongue
As the warmth spreads

November’s always been good to me —
Except just that once —
But I cannot dwell on a past mistake,
Even though it binds me
Like a falcon on a chain
When all I want to do is fly.

So I just close my eyes and sip
From a stolen cup



november 2011

 
  



Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Rick ~ Dec 28, 2011