A Cinnamon Afternoon. Adrian Tanase

have become somewhat alive,

       displaying shiny patches of light

       on the floors,

       reminding me of the simple geometry

       of squares.

       my heart is at peace

       in an almost timeless day

       where summer decided to visit me,

       all of a sudden.

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      little spoon in my cup,

       cubes of brown sugar

       sweeten my soul

       as I prepare my early morning

       coffee.

       it is now almost 7 am

       and this has always been

       one of my favorite

       occupations;

       resting silently on my kitchen chair,

       looking over the window

       the little spoon in my cup

       is reminding me of the coldness,

       of the spring’s water

       in a winter

       where snow has forgotten

       to fall

       and trees are asleep

       dreaming of squirrels and the sun.

       I rejoice in the warmth

       of a fresh new day,

       in the coziness of my home,

       where little chirping birds

       have just woke up in my garden

       to enjoy the golden sun

       in the winter’s crisp sky.

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      in this sun-kissed afternoon

       my cold wooden floors

       and the white drapes in the wind