A Psalm of Mornings
Before my husband wakes
My kitchen still clean.
The nameless birds
Whose caws penetrate
the cool of my open window.
The shawl wrapped and padded stillness,
The steaming mint chamomile tea
Fresh without imposing expectations.
The wet hour,
My mind dew-washed with sleep
Ready to lavish the sweet tang of the day.
by Summer Gross
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