This Day

To life, comes a day.

At the twilight of a cold boisterous morn, birds sings.

I made my way into food heaven to find a seat.

I set upon my kitchen's chair. My attention veered at

an open window.

It's curtains were designs of utensils for cooking.

In no time did I peered my senses into fresh cut air.

Air spliced wit hints of salty dew to set the scene's mood.

Spells of roses hit me.

I smiled.

Happy for a dear moment from the smell of a rose.

Fresh cut red roses.

Long stems to my liking.

I sat without a care in the world.

Loving every minute.

My wait isn't long to sit without stress.

Until, I think to indulge in a drink.

A hot liquid taste to satisfy my buds.

My soul.

My time.

I'll drink.

I wish to delight myself in a morning cup of tea.

And some Uneeda biscuits for snack.

Smells & taste of practical goodness.

I am loved and grateful for this day.