MORNING COFFEE - soul poetry

Morning Coffee

Such a bitter ritual

And so sweet

Sometimes in contemplation

In a cup or mug

Welcomes a new day

Sometimes in a hurry

In a thermos, in the car

It awakens to life

Often at the desk

Where the laptop is a window to the world

Coffee clarifies thoughts

And today in the park

Here, where time has stopped

The wind spreads the aroma

Black as night

Called the drink of the Gods

Because there is a light in this darkness

©Katarzyna NK

January 29, 2024

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