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.
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3 comments:
So many colors in "white" porcelain, and gold placed where Tanuzaki himself would place it. Merci encore....
Far from home in the cold of Europe your musing offer familarity, a plesant respite.
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...
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