Coffee Break: Saturday Mornings

My soul yearns for boring Saturday mornings.

For paper back books and banana bread

Slowly brewed tea whistling on the stove

Poured into my ceramic mug

Dragging my feet through my sliding back door

Deeply breathing in the crisp winter weather

Bringing my cup to my lips,

Allowing myself to fully awaken with the sun

The warmth of the tea spreading through my chest

With thoughts of gratitude following close behind 

I wish to hum a gospel tune 

Whilst padding my feet across the hardwood floors

With Jazzy Jazz music wafting through my home

A craft, a painting, a drawing, a journal

A book, a puzzle, a recipe, a prayer

Picking my poison never felt so relaxing

Mug in one hand and poison in the other

I’ll proceed to call my lover

We’ll laugh and sit and talk and be silent

The color to an otherwise blank day

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