I
Billows of steam drifts
Attempting to fill the sky;
Suddenly wind shifts.

II
Blue cup tea cooling
Sipped briefly on passing by;
Drips slowly pooling.

III
Birds winging in blue,
Drifts into clouds fluffy white.
Unseen where they flew.

IV
Return to cold tea,
Too long from the morning light.
Watched from roosting tree.

V
Dark washes across,
Time too quickly rushing by;
Another day lost.