Cinnamon, honey and whiskey.
that's all.
really?
must be alot of whiskey to fill up a large mug,
or alot of honey
a cinnamon stick sits forlornly at the bottom
of the empty cup.
I'm happy.
the dishes are done
flute is practiced and put away
a poem slips through my fingers
I'm tired.
having skied this morning
and power napped,
how exhausting so warm in my bed
alone upstairs cocooned in
my covers.
what a wonderful luxurious day
I am so lucky
I never forget it
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