“Peaceful morning drinking coffee on the deck”

Mist clings soft as an old friend’s shawl  
Along the wooden rails, quietly sprawled.  
Wrens dart bright in the lavender light,  
Dew jeweling the garden, trembling and slight.

A mug cradled warm between gentle hands,  
Porcelain sunrise, patience that stands  
In steam rising slow; stories set free,  
Swirled notes of cinnamon, earth, and the sea.

Somewhere the traffic stirs and recedes,  
But here is a hush where worry concedes—  
The hummingbird sips with the poise of a prayer,  
Sun touching gold on her tremulous air.

Sip after sip, the world gently wakes:  
Sweet hush of time before rush overtakes.  
In silence, in sunlight, in brews dark and deep,  
The soul learns again what it means to keep

A fragment of morning, unhurried and kind—  
Cool breeze in the willow, still heart, easy mind.  
Within porch-gray shadows, in rays on my skin,  
I drink in the day, and the day drinks me in.

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