1 Aug 2014

the wild cup

in busyness
and early morning
half-awake
I reach for you
thin-rimmed mug
or dainty cup
wide bowl
for sipping
or quick gulping
before you're
not quite hot
enough

of course
you hold the first brew
best brew of the day
black-leaved beginning
to all that comes afterwards
you grow with me
holder of creamy
calm alert

I greet you blurry eyed
but you always look at me
with a smile
that's hopeful
 wild

1 comment:

  1. How appropriate that I am drinking my morning 'wild cup" as I read this. You are so talented, Em. Have you ever considered creating a book of your poetry and illustrations? I would buy it in a heart beat! Hope you are having a lovely day ;) xo

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