Tuesday, December 7, 2010

A Beam of Light

My morning has gone
Leaving behind
Only the leaves
In a cup
Once full of tea.
I take my cue and sit
In the unshuttered light
Of a cold day.
The whir from the wash
Is my companion
Now that the cats
Have fled
To the far-flung warmth
Of our heated house.
Sitting there
For what seems like seconds
I am carried
On my soft breathing
Pausing to notice
When a beam of light
Smiles on my lap.


Rebekah said...

So many colors in "white" porcelain, and gold placed where Tanuzaki himself would place it. Merci encore....

Anonymous said...

Far from home in the cold of Europe your musing offer familarity, a plesant respite.

Denise | Chez Danisse said...

I'm a bit jealous. I'd love to see a beam of light smile on my lap. But no, just cold, wet, and grey today...