A Winter Morning
The heater’s steady hum
breaks the morning silence.
Christmas tree lights
sparkle through darkness.
Dull light creeps through
Venetian blind slats.
Hot tea with cream and sugar
kiss my lips.
Sweetness comforts
while caffeine wakes me up.
The blank screen of a new day
awaits words and images.
May it be art and poetry.
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