Oh the smell from long ago
The waft warm and familiar
The early start a slave in part
In a world confused and in pain
Why do passing smells entice
More than if I was the chef
With my own hands creating
But my nose elating
From the aroma of the morning tube
Category: Coffee
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Oh Monday! Why do you arrive
with such a heavy head and slow drive?
I’ve got work to do, yet feel forlorn
The cloud arrived Sunday
I wish it’d be gone
Slow and steady, at least I’m moving
Give me a coffee to get me grooving
It’s not so bad, I’ve got it good
I just need a little pick me up
Tarry black treasure, liquid gold
Warm my hands, thaw this hold
Wipe away that cloud
Bring out the sun, that burns in me
This day’s gonna be fun!
Ok let rock it! -
The rain patters on the window pane
While the dog snores at my feet
My head a little fuzzy from the gin
The whirlwind of yesterday behind me
Have I escaped alive and unscathed?
Do I live to see another day?
A lesson learnt, amendments were made
And in my heart I did the right thing
The rain patters on the window pane
The wind whirls at the trees
As I sit cosy with coffee in hand
I imagine going for a stroll
The wind on my cheeks
The birds in my ears
The mud squelching under my boots
The cold gloving my hands
The water guiding my path
The freedom to go wherever I choose
The rain patters on the window pane
I’ve already been for a walk
I’ll sit here for a moment taking life in
Grateful for this moment, serene within. -
Muddy landscape
Shades of brown
Rain tapping above me
Fire lit
Coffee held
Cozy Winter morning.
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