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little spoon in my cup,

cubes of brown sugar

sweeten my soul

as I prepare my early morning

coffee.

it is now almost 7 am

and this has always been

one of my favorite

occupations;

resting silently on my kitchen chair,

looking over the window

the little spoon in my cup

is reminding me of the coldness,

of the spring’s water

in a winter

where snow has forgotten

to fall

and trees are asleep

dreaming of squirrels and the sun.

I rejoice in the warmth

of a fresh new day,

in the coziness of my home,

where little chirping birds

have just woke up in my garden

to enjoy the golden sun

in the winter’s crisp sky.