The scent of coffee
coffee cup meets frothy milk
Caressing my cup
Tag: coffee
Morning, Midday
A crisp, lush midday
your music mix makes me move
to find the coffee
Unexpected Cappuccino
A voyeur from the door waiting for an empty street.
Walking alone in the crisp fog, it’s too early for coffee.
As my thoughts turn to the passing trees, Serendipity strikes as a cafe opens.
A table for one, a cappuccino and an almond croissant.
Dissipating Worries
A cappuccino with one sugar
sits on the sitting table beside the chair
waiting for lips to touch froth.
the forest cathedral around the house
moves and blows in the wild rain
and the wind tells all of her stories today.
A favourite blanket covers the old chair,
which sits near the logs on the fire
and warms clammy, squishy old buns.
The communion of two begins with a sip,
then continues until the sorrows
start to leave the witch's sweet light heart.
Persimmon Dawn
Gloves of wool
a beanie with flying cats
layers of clothing
A Mugachino
startled frost-covered grass
breath shapes
The Winter dawn
Persimmon and soft blue layers
many birds sing
Morning dance
coffee smells mix with the dawn
rolling on the frost
Saturday Morning Haiku
Saturday morning
Autumn leaves and a puddle
Coffee and the tree
A Spring Day
cherry scents from bright red lips
fill
his coffee head with sweet thoughts.
cold winds calmly move about,
as
spring decides it’s time to let go.
coral dresses leave his heart lost
and
ready for whatever the day holds.
chocolate leg whiffs taste so good,
as
he takes this spring breath of the day.
No Coffee
A single tear falls
Watching the frost on the grass
Seeing a bunny
Lamenting what could have been
if there was coffee to drink
Morning Joy
manufactured morning joy
excessive coffee drinking
crying sorrow by lunchtime
Haiku: Still Lake
a still lake morning
a tea, and coffee for one
yelling at the lake
C & K 