I prefer a London fog
She takes her coffee black
There are windows on the street front
We hole up in the back
The sight of all the concrete
It’s too much for us to bear
We come from green fir forests
And wish we were still there
In the dark, woodpaneled corner
Of the neighborhood cafe
We remember hush of mornings
When moonbeams met the day
The ending is beautifully put, and the setting of the cafe came to life.
This one resonated with me – I too, dislike the sight of all that concrete and wish for trees. I love that you sit by the wood-paneled corner – sort of recreating the forest as best you can. This was a visual poem and I loved the ending: ‘We remember hush of mornings
When moonbeams met the day’ – I love how you used the words for this prompt!