The Breakfast Nook
A whistling kettle of alluring mauve,
A steaming cup of tea that conveys love.
Sunlight dancing upon a polished floor,
While gentle breezes whisper at the door.
Wrapped within a blanket, downy and worn,
Reading into the silence of the morn.
These little echoes of a quiet grace,
Turn the cottage into a resting place.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
