Mornings

Pour a  cup of coffee, strong and dark,
 sitting at the breakfast table 
 sipping in the day just before sun rise,
I can see the distant rays of light
 rising just above the horizon,
 hear the traffic roar to a slow start;
casting glimmers of yesterday and today
 with tomorrow only a fleeting thought
 to the mornings shared and unwinding;
greet the day, the night is quickly passing
 and tho morning glistens on the frost
 nothing stays and all of life is passing.

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