Coffee-Lorn Winter Morns…

Standard

coffeelove2

gulping fluidity of photons
like honeyed sips of cappuccinos,
windows wipe away frosted drowsiness
of bittersweet decaf nights,
as snippets of lethargic winters
slowly come alive draped under
ambiguities of misty translucence—
seemingly a scrambled version
of an obsolete, faded rain-song.

coffeelove

clad in routine tracksuits
on mornings tasting like blueberries,
he trudges along braving shivers~
miming a jog on his frostbitten limbs,
as rebellious thoughts meander
dreaming of brewing aroma
of hot rejuvenating demitasse,
with dollops of sugarcoated smiles
from his indulgent beloved.

coffeelove3

pigtailed cherubs are like daffodils
prancing on sinuous gravel trails,
their  faces  blushing like pink wild orchids
candy-floss giggles echoing their naïve mischief,
falling wisps of virgin snow leave wet kisses
on their delighted faces, as they dream
of licking ice-cones, laced in chocolate,
on balmy august afternoons
while a sweating sun watches greedily.

coffeelove4

a man in brown overalls,
wears boredom as a mask as he
scrapes away frozen, stale snowflakes
from frosted cobblestone faces,
his heels skidding on slippery dialogue
of crunching crystals underfoot,
as an indifferent sun pours
sunshine spun in sepia shadows,
on snow ladled pine-tops,
and floating aroma of cappuccinos
lures him towards the café next doors.

coffee-espresso

saffron-milk sits cooling scented heels
forgotten on the table top,
as I watch the unfolding moments,
while my caffeine addicted nostrils sniff
at faint aroma of coffee
permeating my abstaining senses
and the crisp cookies taste
like sawdust on a coffee-lorn tongue…

coffeelove1

Advertisements