Cup of Tea

Cup of Tea

woke up
one of those dark –
winter mornings
a cup of tea
is my calling

the simple pleasures in life
need to be enjoyed
i look out of the window
and I feel buoyed
a cup of tea
is just about right

i turn over the page
i turn on the light
i sit down
and I take it all in
winter is here
and it is a cold day
but its crispness
almost steals me away

a cup of tea
and it is fine
put the bag in the cup
and the milk, feels sublime
cosy up and think ahead
a hot cup of tea
that is all that needs to be said

James Garratt – Monday 12th October 2009

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