Morning Tea

Aurora sweeps butterfly kisses across my cheeks.
She calls me to rise and greet the day.
I lay measuring my breaths in morning prayer.
A simple pleasure awaits me.
I anticipate the rumble of the kettle,
watching the bits, apple, hibiscus, rose petals,
my herbal tea, swirling in the flow of hot water
I pour into my transparent teapot,
changing it from glass to ruby.

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