Hot tea and lemon Before the sun comes up Resetting my mind to Poetry mode Because I like it there It brings me peace Solace in the day I don’t want to Live in prose anymore It hasn’t worked It’s left me stiff And anguished I choose poetry Though few others do I want the magic hours At sunrise, sunset I want the words Sparse and pristine I want to start Each morning with Word-song Fire cracking in the stove And hot tea In my belly
Carol Bellhouse 