Poetry | Stories | Photography
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.
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
Autumn leaves and a puddle
Coffee and the tree
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.
A single tear falls
Watching the frost on the grass
Seeing a bunny
Lamenting what could have been
if there was coffee to drink
manufactured morning joy
excessive coffee drinking
crying sorrow by lunchtime
a still lake morning
a tea, and coffee for one
yelling at the lake
The festive season moves on;
another year and the end of another song.
The taste of tomorrow in a mug;
a cup of coffee, milk and sugar: your drug.
It has all been done before;
right now, you require something more.
To remain the same isn’t you;
you think of flowers blooming under the blue.
You step out of your comfort zone;
no one else can walk the path, only you alone.
To the sky, you look in wonder;
it’s clear today, yet inside you hear the thunder.
The new you walking without fear;
you are alive, and well enough, fate is near, and
now you can see that your path is clear.
Coffee aroma
floating towards the wild scents
lips press coffee cup
C & K 