What To Do Instead of Making Coffee First Thing In the Morning

Write a poem… 1. I'm not without passion, I keep it controlled. To temper the action, that's my role. Not to say I am passive, don't care to relate. If I need to elevate, the key I keep is to where flame burns deep. 2. Summer is ending. Where did it go, maybe the cicadas know, singing their lives out with a corporate shout. Where did it go, to make room for snow? We have none here. Less reason to fear the end is near.