by Sabra Bowers
plucked strings float their music and
the soft rattle of dishes brings running cats
strawberry jam tops freshly baked bread
a warm mug of chai lifts my spirit
while dreams still whisper in my head
a glorious sunrise escorts morning
Sabra Bowers lives and works in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.A. She enjoys all the performing arts and considers poetry her daily medicine for wholeness.