Into the mug of morning
pour yourself, warm
and dark, your aromatic
presence hugging the hand-formed
divide between inside and out.
Ease from empty into full
until, brim-level, you
rise an swirl, a steamy
mist rejoining its source.
~Sharon Sharp
Notes: Photo: mennyfox55. Poem: Thank you Make Believe Boutique
I can stand that much black – after my large mug of Earl Grey Tea (with a cinamon bark in the pot!) and an espresso! 🙂
Great poem/quote and photo pairing
Thanks Kiki…
A spiritual joining with the world, using coffee as the matrix. Very nice!
It is Lakota…
Wow! Brilliant imagery!
It is!
Coffeeporn. Love it!
Coffeeporn. Love that!
Val, will you allow me to use the word coffeeporn? It’s a BRILLIANT word…. and describes so very well my tiny addiction! 😉
Of course. Have fun with it Kiki 😎
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To all the coffee drinkers … the potion of gods!!
i love he first line. it describes the process so well.
Yes, me too Beth.
Yes… ease yourself… not jump up, run yourself ragged before your first sip…. not that I *ever* do that…
Laughing. Me too!