(Just another) Sunday Morning

Chasing the lines of a foggy dew away,
the sun tears the lid off my Sunday morning.
(Coffee is brewing, what a fine start.)
Outside a sweet breeze
compliments cerulean skies,
carefully adorned in cotton candy clouds.
First sip of the day and
it's a sharp hello;
(just one more reminder of life's
little pleasures)
Next comes the smoke in my lungs;
Hold it in. Let it out.
Wait for the buzzing to begin,
just a little something,
for when the day begins.

Just another perfect
Sunday Morning.

2/1/2009