Dawn Greets the Poet
Dawn Greets the Poet
It's cold today and my fresh cup
of coffee is coming to me.
It's the petrol that jump starts my
sleeping, poetic brain.
Ah, here it comes in my favorite red plaid kitchen cup.
I can hear those brain cells waking up!
What's this today! Oh, how sweet!
A Christmas tree-shaped tiny cake!
Indeed, oh my yes! I can smell the aroma of fresh ideas,
start to bake!
December 9, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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