Each Day

a sacred poem

I wake up like clockwork. . . . 
at 7am I rise from bed, slip on my robe, 
and tiptoe down the stairs.

The morning light enters my house
anointing countertops, splashing 
rainbows in the kitchen sink.

I brew a pot of dark roast coffee.
Acidic and strong just the way I like it.

In the sunroom I sit in my armchair
near the window sifting through 
unopened books. 

I feel like eating a flaky french pastry 
but settle for a bowl of oatmeal 
and sliced pecans. 

The coffee grows cold. I start writing
a poem. My dog reclines on the jute rug. 
Her fur glinting gold in the early sun. 

Thank you for reading Sacred Poems from In the elements, selected poems delivered Sundays elevating the wonder and sacredness of the natural world.

Featuring my poetry and occasional guest poets.

with love & intention

Kassi