Java and Me
A sonnet I will write with you today
Inspired by the beauty that I see
Beyond this pane of glass where snowflakes play
Beyond this pane where raindrops used to be
The creek behind the house has turned to white
How silently she rests upon this morn
Her muddy depths completely out of sight
Beneath a face where ice begins to form
The trees once leafy raise their barren limbs
Where now those scarlet feathers can be seen
A Cardinal in flight upon a whim
Upon a winter morning so serene
Beyond this window pane from which I gaze
And stare in wonder...at this world... amazed
...
A blue jay breaks the silence with his trill
That sends those scarlet feathers to the air
Across the creek they fly to yonder hill
Where combines of the windmills creak...beware
The sun begins to rise up from the east
Exposing all the diamonds in the snow
Abreast the oak and maple leaves deceased
The frosty face of winter all aglow
With gratifying java on my lips
With a big coffee cup held in my hand
I tap my table top with fingertips
While humming Crosby's Winter Wonder Land
Beyond this window pane from which I gaze
I stare in wonder ...at this world...amazed
Written: Dec. 10Th, 2016
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2016
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