Sumatran wafts through silent home

Gently caressing the olfactory.

Warm rays of gold wash across rested faces,

Coaxing them to greet the day.

Is this the making of perfection,

What Heaven on earth must be like?

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Morning stings the unaccustomed eyes;

Only temporary as adrenaline trickles

Leading us back to life.

So miraculous, so mundane,

Routine in its simplicity, this art of waking,

Rising from slumber.

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Taking in the new day

Like breath Into lungs, body, soul,

Thankful for all that I have,

All that I will give.

With cup…steaming…

I am ready to meet the day.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~