Cj Krieger Poet Prose

A Morning of Reflected Light

This was a morning of reflected light 
Off the tea cups 
Dangling from the cupboard hooks 
While down the hall 
Several voices in conversation could be heard 
Around an old breakfast table 
In a country kitchen 

This was a morning of reflected light 
That returned youthful memories 
From when as a child 
The smell of coffee and hot buttered toast 
Seemed to permeate the air 
Smells 
That have since thinned through the years 
Along with voices in the old tongues 

This was a morning of reflected light 
That played off the old read books 
That lined the shelves 
That covered the walls 
That were no longer read 

This was a morning of reflected light 
That danced on five dusty guitars 
And off the hands of an old musician 
Who enjoyed the music 
That was no longer played 

This was a morning of reflected light 
And for all its sadness 
The memories it allowed 
Made it a most wonderful morning

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