(Reworked from an earlier post around 2015)

Curtains still drawn.

Lamp light glow on the oak refectory table.

Colours fading on the blue and gold tray

with the image of Van Gogh’s

Almond Tree Blosom, diminishing.

My turquoise mug with the same timeless

design placed alongside the cafetière of

freshly brewed coffee.

Books on shelves, favourite things nearby,

objects of stillness with no question of

why or where, simply rooted where I place them.

What would they be if I weren’t here to

love them even more in this almost light,

shared with the first bird calling the morning

to begin again.

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