Good Morning! Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

When I woke, the sunrise was just an hour away.
As is habit, I went to the front door panel to survey.
Briskness was distinctively present in the morn mist…
Opening the door only halfway, I was tenderly kissed.

My pleasure was expressed with an accepting smile…
I knew today would to be exceptionally worthwhile.
As usual, I went to the kitchen and put on a fresh kettle.
Soon, steam induced a whistle that would mildly unsettle.

Removing the vessel of boiling water, I began to pour
Into an eager, matchless cup that I reminiscently adore.
Promptly dipping an anticipating tea bag of dry green.
The essence of flavor slowly migrated, bafflingly unseen.

The tint of the hot brew implied that the process was done.
Stir in a trickle of honey and I am ready to meet the sun.
Holding the radiant heat, I’m reminded to use the handle.
The first sip inspires a flame to my motivational candle.


(6/3/07)