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Earl Grey Morning

Even the name of it soothes. 
the violet soft of it, 
purled, curling stir of it,
rising through cold
like a promise. 
From dark there is dawn --
first fog, then a song.

And even the sense of it soothes.
The cupped balmy breath of it,
pressed against palm of it,
steeping the dark
like an oath. 
From warmth will come glow –
soft first and soft-slow.

Easy, the taste of it soothes.
The deep woodsy heft of it,
rich malted zest of it,
breaking the black
like a vow.
From dark will come light, 
cool bergamot bright.

So, for now, just feel
for the sunrise, 
the wayfinding blessings
are always unwinding and
binding themselves 
like a pact.
Find fragrance in the dark.
Seize promise. 
Feel the spark.