Simple Pleasures

Simple Pleasures

Morning sun beams through the blinds,

warms my face as I gaze out the window.

My teacup nestles between my hands.

I raise it to my waiting lips and tip.

Its golden elixir slides smoothly

over my teeth, onto my tongue.

The sweet flavour runs down my throat.

I swallow. Breakfast tea.

I sigh, smiling at the pleasure

it brings me every morning.

Each day a good beginning.