Hot tea on chapped lips
Steam rising in the cool crisp air of just barely dawn
Quietly breathing in the cold that stings my nose
Reminding me
I’m alive!
Quietly crumpling paper
To start the fire
To warm my bones
Bones
Made of earth
Made of stars
Made of memories
Scraped knees
Stormy seas
and tall trees
Are what made me
Mountains
And
Rivers
And
Poetry
Sustain me
Breathing in the scent of ginger and vanilla
Patiently awaiting
The gifts of this new day
~Franchesca Stimming
This is a poem brimming with delights……..the early morning, the fire, the tea, and all the things that sustain you……just beautiful. A real pleasure to read.
The type looks very faint on my comment. I hope you can read it. Smiles.
I can read it, thank you for your kind words 🙂