Poem Brewing

Poem Brewing

A lemon wedge crescent moon
hangs from sleepy clouds
too listless to tiptoe across
the firmament,

instead it sheds pale yellow rays
through my kitchen window to
rest on my mug of chamomile tea,
a poem brewing.

~ J R Turek
June 28, 2020
Hour 16

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