My Favorite Tea Cup

Coffee in summer warmth
Served with morning quiet;
My cup cracked and chipped with age.

My favorite tea cup has long had a crack down the side from which I drink. It's stained back and brown below the surface, giving the crack that dark glow of age. Alas, at first sip this morning, my tongue found a set of chips on the lip on either side of the crack. Just more character I tell myself and drink on as I try my hand at haiku. Hey, even Dylan Thomas had to start somewhere.