Singularity

sometimes all you need is a moment

Scattered shafts of light breaking through the morning grey

 

Cooling breeze finds me pleased

 

Wisps of steam from my coffee drift

 

Cicadas welcoming the day

 

Quiet of the morn broken only by songbirds

 

The smell of breakfast wafting from the window

 

The day soon to start, with its distractions and chores

 

But for this moment, this one singularity

 

Blissful, contented peace

Author's Note

a june morning when all went right

Reviews

[Michael of Gilead]

Thanks Marie, yes, a lil bit of simple heaven ;)

[Marie Harrison]

Sounds like a slice of heaven to me! I love the smells, the sounds, the tastes and textures of this poem. Pure bliss to me! Now I'm hungry and ready for a hot cup of coffee.