It is early. The air is still after a day and night of rain. A warm fog lingers, giving me a morning hug. Nature’s aromas rush toward me to announce their presence.
I hold my cup of coffee and feel the warm heat against my hands. I hold it close and feel the steam on my face. My fingers wrap around it like a glove. As long as I am attentive it won’t fall or spill. I think of myself as this cup. A vessel being held tightly for it inhabits precious life.
Autumn’s senses rise
God’s hand never releases
As summer let’s go
dVersepoetspub.com prompt is mindfulness. Hold something in your hand and focus on it, feeling it, musing on it, free write a few minutes and then forge a poem.