Morning Drink

My nostrils awaken
to the scent of coffee.
Pumpkin foam, unshaken,
pour syrupy toffee.

Arabica so sweet,
the sun fully risen,
early morning treat,
as daily plans glisten.

My eyes fully open,
caffeine sails through my veins,
all restlessness broken
without hardships or strain.

Swift “up to no good” fun,
cool breeze swooshes with zest.
Wild mischievous thoughts run,
fly high like passing guest.

My taste buds still tingle,
with sips I still savor,
as senses all mingle,
to lingered held flavors.

Ready for a great day,
prepared a perfect start.
Know all will be okay,
my warm drink played its part.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #157 October 24 , 2022

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  1. Excellent Grace, really enjoyed this one! πŸ‘ŒπŸ‘β€οΈ Then again, I’m a fully paid up member of the coffee addict society! πŸ˜›πŸ˜ I was right there with you in the coffee shop as it was flowing through your veins. 😁

  2. A nice take, Grace! So tasty and heart warming verses! I too prefer smell of hot coffee. Loved the poem πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–

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