feather flows
on water’s tread
the texture of ripples
from ducks’ swimming
maneuvers
.
the moss on the bank
with another layer of
fine hairs ascending up
beyond its ground cover,
velvety-rich and green
.
damp soil from
morning rain
the kind of rain that
eases the mind’s response
to a new
day
and suggests rainboots
.
once more a cuddle delays
putting on the lights,
opening smooth curtains,
and revealing the misted vistas
beyond window’s inside light reflection
softening and aglow
.
steep the tea in a kettle
for longer,
saturating, steaming
then tasting a
rendering of flowers
on an untouched palate,
.
thus begins the day.
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