A Cool, Rainy, Fall Morning

As it fell
Upon my house
Against my window
And, frankly, on my soul.

I should tell:
The dirt remained
The pane? More opaque.
And the pain? All too whole.

It can pelt
But also heal
Or lift awesome ships.
But not today. Instead:

What I felt
A subtle pull
Growing each moment
To drag me back to bed.

Blame The Weather

Morning came; the sun? Not in sight
Early on, I felt something not right
Lying there, asking "Why?"
As I looked at the sky
No sign of warm morning light.
Cool, damp zephyrs licked all round my head
Having, with them, subliminal dread
Over us, a grey sky
Looked like it may cry
Yet perennially just sulked, instead

A Sonnet of Coffee

The sun does not just shoot up to the sky

But wakes us slowly as it rises up

And so it is, my friend, with you and I

You bring more joy with each sip from the cup

It starts before you even pass my lips

Your perfume fills the air up as you brew

An aromatic Siren’s Song that drips

And lures me ‘cross the room again to you.

Its true, at first you’re bitter (that’s the norm)

But just a touch of sugar, and you’re nice

The perfect liquid way to keep me warm

And even in the summer, over ice.

I do not think that I, by any means

Could halt this love affair with magic beans