Bliss

Coffee
Ah, bliss
Just a whiff of mist rising
licking my waiting lips.
This fragrant kiss
too rich to resist.
still I linger
Watching a finger of steam rise,
A swirling cirrus blurring the blue
And lifting my eyes
to rippling sky loud with clouds
tossing sparrow song, crow clamor
and inner chatter
Asunder.
A moment of wonder
winging, singing, flinging me
into caffeinated gratitude.
Solitude
Ah, bliss.

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Thanks for writing!
Jacqueline