Morning Brew

coffee break

The sound — tires on small, wet gravel travel down a winding road
heading away from where you stand.
The smell — fresh turned earth; rich brown chocolate…a hint of citrus.
Fragrance hits you – full in the face, like a cloud, heavy with dew.
You must.
The morning stays its hand.
The fragrant mist fills your life with new meaning.
A dollop — cream – flavours-or not.
The brew in your hand warms your lips, your mouth.
and the day — becomes.


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