that cappucino

about my morning cup of coffee and what it means to me

dawn breaks the darkness of the night

rustling the tree outside my window from it's sleep

waking the bright blue mockingbird from it's slumber

it wakes me too, and i snuggle deeper in my sheets,

savoring the warmth that replaces the cool comfort of night

 

it's time to go, and i lament the loss

of the sheets, leaving my skin cold and lonely,

with goosebumps erupting like miniature volcanoes.

i pad my way downstairs, careful not to wake her,

listening to the adorable mewling snores, as i walk slowly into the kitchen

 

and that's when i see it,

small, innocent mug on the table,

steaming with delicious liquid,

foaming with tantalising aroma, and i feel like i'm

King of the World,

when i see the words on the side

 

"just for you"

Reviews

[razormuse]

So sweetly written, a poem of true happiness. This left me with a warm fuzzy feeling..I really liked it!

[Ruth]

You know, I love this, simply because so much can stir from it! The vision, the sense of contentness, a beautiful piece of work love! xx

[Rain]

everytime i read the 3rd stanza, i imagine that steaming cup of coffee, and I immediately want to drink a cup myself :)
farout, your poem is so tempting ahaha
I like the use of imagery and similies. There were heaps of comparisons!
hehe, I should make someone special a cup of coffee too...after I've dranken some.

[Valentine]

Aww how sweet..My honey makes me a cup in the morning too as he is the first to rise and I am not supppose to have caffeine..That one cup has to do me as it is no caffeine the rest of the day..Waking up to love is really something isn't it..Kathie