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Friday, April 8, 2011

Foxton Morning

An aroma wafts in the air

pungent, strong and rich

the sweet bitter scent of

coffee

lulls me from my dreams


My toes wiggle

Trying to grasp warmth

In the cool, chilly sheets

I let my body sink

deeper into the mattress


But my eyes open

My long dark lashes sticky

The mountain air

crisp and fresh

creeps through the cracks

to kiss me awake


I close my eyes

and listen


to the hushed voices

in the kitchen

the sizzle of the skillet

the drip of the coffee pot

the whispering laughs


to the rushing

of the river

its depths

in an endless race


to the buzz of the

humming bird

it's wings as ceaseless

as the river


I open my eyes

the sunlight streams in

I wiggle my toes

I stretch my soul

I smile.

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