cup of tea at hand

15 October 2010 Comments Off on cup of tea at hand

In the morning I sit, cup of tea at hand,
and listen to the chattering of voices like
little birds in summer swell.
Watching early sunlight
criss-cross the lawn
through branches and leaves to
come in the window.
The cat’s tabby paw dabbles out,
every now and then,
to flick at the dancing shadows.
And I realize I’m content,
living this life.

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