Delicious
Delicious, that warm place between sleeping
And waking, when warmth and comfort
Sweetly compete for consciousness
The taste of a fresh morning, eucalyptus in your nostrils
Birds tweeting and chirping and calling their secrets to each other
Happily proclaiming, I am here,
Smell of coffee, and bacon frying; morning turning
Into day. Hallelujah! So long since I felt that way.
Elizabeth Cutler
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