Morning Coffee
The crema was light, smooth
Like silk foam
The essence was bold
Strong
I sipped slowly
Perfect temperature, hot
The coffee was bitter
An inviting bitter
Like bittersweet cocoa
I sipped again through the foam
The hot fluid was satisfying
I inhaled the delicious aroma
It filled me with comfort
And I sat by the window
As rain clouds gathered
On the northern horizon
0
0
0