The Moon In My Coffee Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the moon in my coffee the colour of cream

is rising a little incredible dream

im out on the terrace the evening is young


and trying to study the flares on the sun

the moon in my coffee the colour of gold

is iced with small crystals it's starting to snow


im starting to feel it for Heaven's sake

the heat isnt on in here

my mistake


was causing the terrace to ice over blue

a beautiful dream but Im glad it's not true.


mary angela douglas 9 december 2019