Gentle Start

Coffee in hand, steam gently rising

Sat on my favourite chair in the garden

The heat of the sun shines strongly on my face

I close my eyes, its bright yellow

 

There is peace in the air, not a sound to be heard

not a bird, or a bee has woken this early

A cool soft  breeze brushes against my legs

Silent, gentle start to a working day.

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