Savoring the silky creaminess at seven
Every sip opens a doorway to heaven
Comforting me as I curse and yawn
Hurrying to work early in the morn
Oh thy warmth and lively kick!
Art thou a mystical magic trick?
Thou art known by many a name
To pronounce it people struggle in vain
But for a single sip, many would travel far
A god, A savior, thou definitely are.
So here’s a health to coffee hot!
A morning toast with a fresh pot!
Poem #17 for National Poetry Writing Month Challenge