Morning. Beautiful morning.
A shimmering, lacy thing
Bringing Hints and promises
Enticements and gifts
All for the glory of God
Or the vanity of man, woman and child
Some pleasure too,
A bit of Happiness
found in a smile or giggle
A laugh, a song, a dance step

Look up, look up,
The cloud passes by
And oh what joy
its shelter from the sun
And yet and yet
the sun will not be denied

The perfume of pastries
Lurking, waiting
Coffee aroma
Raising its hand
like grade school child
with the right answer
demanding to be recognized

Coffee it is
Coffee it shall be
For how better to see the world
than after a first cup in this early, glorious, morning

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