Tea for Two

A victim of the air after the rain...

 

Tea For Two.

Morning does it's thing ever so artfully....
All post-rain bliss as per tradition.
Not quite caught up; Dream still watching me.
Loitering on the dark side of my ambition.

Toying, idly, with some faint perception.
Just a brush of Magic not called to hand.
Not alert enough for a grand reception.
It'll have to set camp wherever it lands.

No, this Spell, like any I've ever met,
Starts out all cuddles, guileless and small.
But I've not wandered into the Magic yet,
Didn't want to make a name and rule them all.

Frankly I find it a touch improper.
Nothing one finds in polite society.
For such an early, eager Spell to offer,
Any little thing that occurs to me.

 

I prefer a well-caffeinated morning Glamour.
Better yet; a proper night time Binding.
Far too early for a Spell weilding a hammer.
They're getting precocious these days, I find.

No matter, no concern, this time remains mine.
First Cup of Tea; my version of morning mass.
Not an improper host, my manners I will mind.
Worse trials than a friendly Spell making a pass.