Liquid Gold at Dawn

“February is the month where the heart whispers,

and only those who listen closely can hear its song.”

~ Maria Elena Cruz

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Liquid Gold at Dawn

A Poem

Ah…
The first sip of freshly made coffee—
There is nothing like it. 

Liquid gold rests in a clear glass cup,
cradled in my left hand,
nestled into a warm blanket,
As peace settles beside me.

Pencil meets paper.
Each letter forms slowly, deliberately,
and with every chosen word
presence deepens, emotion rises—
not from thought,
But from alignment.

For a moment,
the noise of the world falls silent.
Clarity arrives, rich with knowing
and gentle curiosity.

Dawn softens the night’s shadows,
brushing the woods
with an orange-rust sheen.

Music hums “In This Moment”
Water echoes softly nearby,
And the air itself seems to listen.

Ah…

Peace finds me again.
It moves through the body
beyond the reach of words.
My gaze drifts outside.

Cold holds onto the day.
A once-vibrant plant now withered,
its remnants telling a quieter story.
I rest with its journey.

The cup is now empty.
The coffee has settled within.
Contentment remains.

It is time to rise
and step into this one-of-a-kind day—
bread baked with care,
flowers carried to a healing friend,
shared wisdom in a circle,
perhaps a brisk walk beneath the winter air.

Hope.
Joy.
Peace.
Love.

These are not things I bring—
They are what I am.

And so, it is.

Thought to Ponder

What if hope, joy, peace, and love
are not destinations you move toward,
but truths you simply pause long enough to remember?

©Terry Pottinger 2026

© Courtesy of Chad Clay

“In This Moment” by Weston Brown