But First ... Coffee

Quiet calm of morning bare

unbroken by sun's haughty glare,

as the toasty scent wafts in the air.

 

Drip, drip...

 

My senses must wait until

those caramelized fruity essences,

have fully overcome my senses.

 

Getting drunk off its roasting song

that nudges me along,

on days when my will's not strong.

 

'Sip' by Howard R.

allpoetry.com/poems/about/Coffee

Done