The Quiet Minutes

Brilliance ignites the horizon
setting gossamer morning mists
dancing in rainbow hues.

The first streamers of warmth stir the air
as steam from my cup
stirs wakefulness
into my sleep dulled senses.

The heat from the mug
penetrates my calloused hands
in comforting intimacy
bringing memories to dance
in my mind like
shadows cast upon
the wall.

Reflection, recollections,
reminiscences randomly
float on the quiet
morning minutes.

With a final sip and a sigh,
the day begins.

Notes

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Ken