I hope you have a mug that fits your hands just right.
One you can wrap both hands around
and warm your fingers clear through
as you savor your morning brew.
Holding that warm, just-right mug in your hands,
You can watch the sunrise growing loud
with vibrant colors
that fade quietly into a fragile blue
even as the rest of the world comes awake.
From your front porch you can see the neighbor’s cat racing home.
And a single bird swoop across the porch and rise skyward.
You can feel the breeze taunting you with the intimations of what it sees.
I hope you start your day with a mug that fits your hands just right
And warms your fingers clear through as you sip your morning brew.
Sensing in the early morning stillness “All will be well.”