Coffee poured in my cup,
it sits there and steams,
as I go to the fridge,
and fetch a bit of cream.

Hazelnut or plain,
causes little splashes,
as I pour it in the cup,
the colors, at first clashes.

The brewing storm,
in my coffee cup,
is quick to subside,
as I stir it up.

White and black collide,
to make café au lait,
something new is born,
it happens every day.