Good Morning Sky

First impressions, we all have em,
some better than others.
(She has unintentionally set the stage) 
( screeeeck) wait up,  rewind,  there
is intention in all that you do.
Sky dancer. 

Morning breaks,  and so does
the damn tea cup.
One sip, and R.S. Prussia cracks
Earl's seeping onto already stained tatting, great. As I sit and stare 

Straight up quiet, I can hear the
sounds of the wren on the front
stoop,  tapping his beak on the
saucer under the plant, beside
the door.  

Little wren Morris code,  it seems
he's tapping out,  what?
Happy Birthday to me !!
Thank you beautiful creature
you remembered. 

One match left,  going to need more than one,  for my morning birthday celebra- um reefer-bration. 
Candle!! Yes,. 

Quiet, it's so quiet, looking down
lovely color brown spilled tea has
begun to create it's own universe
on the tray.

A view,  into whatever
I want it to be
I see snow capped mountains,
with some hunky ski captain trying
to keep up with a half frozen topless bunny. haha yup I would.

Blowing lightly on this tiny lake
before me causing turbulence
creating a beautiful garden
of bonsai.

Shapes shift quickly into words
and phrases, some I've seen before some not , sends warm shivers
up my butt. 

Interrupted by the whistling kettle
I get up to pour hot water gently
over choice leaves this time 
in a sturdy mug.

  Steep, 
Sleep,  just for a minute
longer wake me when
it's over we'll talk about it