Slowly rising, steaming coffee
wends into cool morning air,
sourdough toast crisping with
sweet mellow butter melting
cold feet on a warm floor, and
slow big band sways.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Slowly rising, steaming coffee
wends into cool morning air,
sourdough toast crisping with
sweet mellow butter melting
cold feet on a warm floor, and
slow big band sways.