Elixir of day
Whiffs of fresh dark roast coffee
Awaken with kiss
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As many of you know, I have been on a bus tour with my mom to the North East USA. In 13 days we traveled 4000 miles, through 17 states with 46 adventuresome souls.
I have been away from home in TX since August 29th and returned this evening. Tomorrow morning I am looking forward to my husband and my morning ritual of 20+ years. He awakens me quietly, blowing whiffs of fresh cup of coffee then gives me a morning kiss. 🙂
© rgb for “On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea”, 2011
The Height of Haiku Challenge
Day 14 Prompt:
Elixir
"On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea" 
love it, perfect for morning ….
Hohoho,
What charming poetry you have posted here.
Invite you to share 1 to 3 poems with us, anything could fit the theme of object,
Cheers.
Hope to see you in.
Happy Writing..
xoxox
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Ray is a very special guy! Hugs, pat
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i think your husband is providing the greater elixir. {smile} a really lovely ritual. ♥
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Sounds Bliss.. 🙂 Welcome home..
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What a sweet ritual and a wonderful poetic capture of it. 🙂
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It is a sweet ritual ~~~ 😀 Thank you for visiting!!
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A great haiku. Though for me the day couldn’t start without a cup of tea!
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Mike, I love a good cup of tea as well!!
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Young lady I am not sure which delights me more, your very sweet story or your delightful Haiku. And oh my gone from home since Aug. 29th? On a bus tour? You are downright brave! Congrats on those 20+ years.
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Young? … LOL … thanks for the compliment!!! 😀
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O yes! The first coffee of the day is indeed an elixir for body and spirit!
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Gemma – it is a pleasurable one!!!
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PS: I forgot to add “what a nice way for you to begin your day.”
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Is there any other way to start the day! The darker, the better, laced with coffee cream or whipped cream.
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It is a great way … I have finally learned to drink it black … unless, I am drinking my mom’s from the French Drip pot – fixed the way my grandmother fixed it (the pots are “heirlooms” handed down)!
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I can smell the coffee now ☺.
And the tickle of the cats whiskers as she “kiss hugs” me. ☺.
Thanks for the post…enjoyable.
☮ Siggi in Downeast Maine
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It was delightful … and I had sufficient number of cat whiskers (from 8 of them) kissing me this am!!! Thanks for visiting, siggi!!
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