The morning
Is richer when
coffee is brewing
and the steam is
mixing with the
frosty windows
A little voice opens
the cash register “Ka-ching”
sells you a turtle from
your living room
and bonus surprise is
It’s a turtle baby inside
You give her cash but
she says her shop is free
and so you insist, I better pay
thee
How else is a shop gonna be?
The morning is yawning
with crusty eyes
that coffee doesn’t fix
tired sighs
but on a warm wash cloth
one relies
Good morning loves
the day’s a dove
cooing in the warmth,
apricity
winter lingers longer
making bird song
stronger,
Coffee. Water. Warmer,
Cinnamon for sure.
I’m hoping that the spacing turns out better than it did with my last post. I have written the poem in notepad and copy and pasted here. That changes the layout.
Fiesta Estrellas 
Beautifully you , Ka. I can see you mouthing this verse and all the images and scenes you describe jump right into my eyes. What a magnificent scene ❤️
Thank you, Yassy xo
I’m glad you can see it and really hear it, too! 😃
My pleasure dear sweet one 🤗 I hear I see I can feel because of your beautiful eloquence ❤️
A great bew, this one is!
I’ll be back for more!
Yay!!! 😁
Thanks for enjoying it 👍💫
You’re welcome dear friend
Ooh, can I have one of those please 🤗🤣 Just woke up to this fine warm verse Ka, now I may have to duck over the road to the Marina and get me one of those you speak. Great share kind lady 🤣❤️🙏
Morning, Mark! Have a wonderful day and may you enjoy the turtles 🐢 and the finery of another blessed day! 💗✨💫
Thank you kind lady, that I will 🤣❤️🙏
Honestly, I can visualize this whole morning!! ❤
Haha, 😆 now you are here! lol 😆💗💗 so glad to have you!
🙂 ❤ ❤
🤗
Lovely poem, Ka. What’s apricity?
Good morning!
Thank you my friend, Pam! 😃
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