It is my ritual
My waking thought
The roar of water
A click
A pensive pause
It is the boundary line
between my dream state
Where I sit glowing red on stand by mode
and my ability to function.
Dark granules turn into a steaming whirlpool
The smell hits my nostrils with a punch
as its aroma invites me in
It is my daily brew
It is beaufiul @amoment :)
Thank you for your comment @bontonstory, I wanted to share with people a small moment on how I start my day.
sorry for the late up-vote! here is the coffee! haha!
nice poem!