In the morning light, the steam does rise,
A rich aroma, warm and wise.
I take a sip, the world slows down,
As flavors dance, no need to frown.
The coffee dark, with velvet touch,
A sip so smooth, I crave it much.
Each drop, a moment, deep and sweet,
The warmth, the taste, so pure, complete.
The mug held close, a gentle friend,
In its embrace, the day can bend.
The world outside may rush and roar,
But with my cup, I need no more.
A quiet joy, in every pour,
A simple pleasure to adore.
With every sip, I find my pace,
In coffee’s warmth, I find my place.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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Great poem, Brenda!