Clock radio sings me into consciousness
I slowly peel my eyes open and leave my dreams upon my pillow
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Coffee maker brews hot Italian roasted coffee
I inhale its rich aroma and pour its elixir in a swirl of just enough cream
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Little robin red breast breaks the silence of my morning quiet time
Reminding me there is work to do
.
off I go
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©Belindabotzong2018
Author: belindabotzong
I am a writer of historical fiction currently working on a novel based in Washington State from the years of 1900-1945. I love to write poetry and prose inspired by Creation, as well as share in life's journey through grief, mental illness, and travel. I am very blessed to be able to pursue my passion of writing, creating, and sharing my thoughts here.
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