A Coffee Morning Poem by Baru Gobira

On a winters day
Walking through deepening mist
Naked earth wet grass kiss
Anklets tinkle like soft windchimes.

Beans of coffee roast
In embers of burning coal
Freshly ground aroma mingle, with
Winds on rainswept mountain slope.

Scalding lips forever remember
Fresh coffee in the mountain air
Roasted, ground & filtered coffee's
Aroma, distant peaks happily share.

Cold rocks, good chairs make
Both hands clasp the cheerful brew
Tin cups rattle in the winter air
I sit, sipping coffee in the morning dew.

[Copyright 2004 Baruj Gobira]