Pumpkin Pie Spiced Coffee Poem by Marilyn Lott

Pumpkin Pie Spiced Coffee



Oh yes, the freshness of the coffee
Takes my breath away
The steam rolls softly upward
It whirls and swings and sways.

My rising nose twitches and sniffs
A gentle smile upon my face
I know with my Pumpkin Pie Spice cream
My coffee will gone without a trace.

Pumpkin Pie Spiced Coffee
Monday, March 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: drink
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Marilyn Lott

Marilyn Lott

Washington state USA
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