Different Coffee Moment
Lazing on the porch to trace a morning breeze
Splash the clouds with hues, I reach
For my coffee: kohl-like, brewed, grounded
Sifted from Robusta beans: its aroma tingling
With a different flavor—less bitter, more sweet
Carrying me to the rise of dawn
As the heated fog
Entices my throat to sip the cream stirred
By a riot of daffodils, grass---
The wet dew rolling on my bare feet .
And I relish the cool
Steam soothing a mild ceremony of rituals
Without a door banging,
a newspaper flapping by the table and mug…
I close my eyes
To hear the chirp of birdsong humming like
Whistles on the coffee pot: and a world
Passes by without me, absent from
The noise of a long city week, renewed…
Praising a god that makes Sunday misty.
Contest: Brian's Choice N
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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