Tea and honey in the morning,
The cat impatiently follows me
From stove to cupboard and back
In need of companionship
And kitty treats.
It is six a.m. and
It is Sunday morning
And it is summer
And it is quiet.
In an hour, you will rise
I will make real coffee for you
Your whirlwind mind will start to spin
And the day will begin in earnest.
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Clayton Medeiros
July 5, 2013
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Love in the air
Well said. I like the clipped lines of stanza three.