Smizing

I wake

with the blush of dawn

filtering through 

the gauze of dreams

I start my day

gently

 nothing hurried 

nothing worried

cupping my intentions

like the bergomot tea

I drink slowly

by the open kitchen window

crisp breezes

joins me at the table

and tells me tales

of mornings

on the Cote d'Azure

I can almost hear

the turquoise waves

kiss the pebbled shore

as the busses 

roll through

on the wires

below

chatter and chirp

clammer in

to remind me

of the golden hour

in Aix

in the old town sqare

where afternoon wine

that unctous seductive red

is served

with warm olives

and wicked

laughter

I drain the last

of the memories

now tepid...

...still tasty

and head out

into a new day

with a smile

*Tressa, The Lackadaisical Poet and I challenged ourselves to write a "happy" poem since we have trended more serious, melancholic or dark.  This week's poem is inspired by the duchenne smile - or smiling with the eyes (smizing) which has the unique and exceptional tone that positive emotion and joy generate