I'm not a morning person But I love the Maxfield Parrish skies of dawn Pink and purple watercolor brush strokes Across a robin's egg blue sky Golden light gilding every cloud in radiant luminescence Pastel magic painted across the heavens Suspending breath through awe Arresting the rush and rattle of morning routines With the beauty of nature's majesty I will gladly pour a cup of coffee in the wee hours If I get to enjoy a front row seat for such an art show
With bleary eyes I seek them out
There in the can upon my shelf
I dip the scoop and pour in four
I can't imagine adding more
The water roils and rumbles
And from the kettle's spout it tumbles
Into my press of french design
To make a potion most divine
Four minutes seems to last forever
As morning light, my walls, does feather
Into my cup goes sugar and cream
Awaiting the potion of bitter beans
At last I add the dark rich brew
And breathe in the familiar scent anew
"Good morning!" the first sip says to my brain
And now I'm ready to face the world again
-gws
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