Red rooster is yet to crow
but I feel
my pulse racing to
to embrace the new day.
Shadows of the night
cling tenuously to
parked cars and trees
awaiting the golden brush
of dawn's early light.
Sleepy elbows and knees
complain in vain;
my brain yearns only
for the kettle's
shrill persistent refrain;
caffeine's coveted crutch is near.
Roasted vapors of
Kenya's finest beans
thrill the air
with redolent coffee streams.
Breathers flare,
lips quiver,
tasters salivate,
first sip is here...
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
My heart sighs...
It's time to write!
~ P (#writerscrutch)
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 6:39 AM UTC
Red rooster is yet to crow
but I feel
my pulse racing to
to embrace the new day.
Shadows of the night
cling tenuously to
parked cars and trees
awaiting the golden brush
of dawn's early light.
Sleepy elbows and knees
complain in vain;
my brain yearns only
for the kettle's
shrill persistent refrain;
caffeine's coveted crutch is near.
Roasted vapors of
Kenya's finest beans
thrill the air
with redolent coffee streams.
Breathers flare,
lips quiver,
tasters salivate,
first sip is here...
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
My heart sighs...
It's time to write!
~ P (#writerscrutch)
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