Early morning and I lie in bed
Awake yet still in between
That of dreams and that of
Celebrating the coming of a new day
By their joyful twittering.
I get up
Put the kettle on
And walk into the brisk cold outside,
A frosty breeze tickles all my senses
I bend my head backwards
And welcome the day on my skin
As each part of my body shivers
At the touch of the rising sun.
The cold bites reminds me
That I can feel and I’m alive,
The whistle of the kettle has stopped.
So have the birds.
I walk in, silently, followed by the sun.
I pour the tea high,
Rejoicing in the sound of water
Falling into the cup.
Holding it against my chin,
I face the sun again and warm up,
As the sky lights up red.
Body and soul, reunited.
The billowing steam rises above the cup
In a beautiful scented dance.
This is a new day.