I sit on the porch swing
watching as night shrugs
off its gray shawl and dawn
slips on a rosy pink sweater
My morning tea sends up
luscious swirls of Earl Gray mist
and my mouth begins to
water in anticipation of
the first bite into a cinnamon scone
I open my eyes and smile
inwardly knowing that a mug of
tea and a scone are my reward
for rolling out of bed even after
the sun is already on the job
and night has long since retired
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OctPoWriMo prompt today is “Two Lies and One Truth”
rhymeswithbug 
Oh my you described that moment so beautifully, I felt I was there and I could smell the cinnamon too!
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I agree with Oliana! I experienced this very vividly!
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What a great capture of that early morning transition!
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thanks!
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