
This morning, rushed for time
I drank my coffee black
In the dawns of youthful ignorance
I drank it black to scald sweet morning dew
As time trudged on and the days dusked
I warmed milk, frothed and golden
Attempting to conjure the sun
Not exactly light, but lighter still
Today, late for morning prayer
I drank my coffee black
The bitterness I remembered
Faint onyx buried under the sweetness of the bean
Swirling, rich caramel with only a hint of burn
Wind filtering through the chatter of crackling leaves
I wasn’t ready to learn the lesson
Until today.
Lacy
Thursday 5th of November 2020
beautiful
Betsy Daniel
Tuesday 3rd of November 2020
Beautiful, Leah.
Leah Wise
Wednesday 4th of November 2020
Thank you! Hope you're well!