Basking In That Toasty Brew

My cold wooden fingers

Seek warmth from the mug

From which steam is rising and lingers

Strong urge to wrap my hands around to give it a hug.

Coffee in hues remind me of a rich tiramisu

With it’s tiny frothy bubbles

Floating like a half moon in the brew

Slowly melt like snow in the shovels.

Shock at the first touch

Then welcomed heat on my hands

I need this so very much

To escape the winterly lands.

Anticipation builds like a hawk finding it’s prey

The vision of my liquid energy sends early thrills

To my spiritless grey matter tired from my night’s lay

My body still prisoner from morning chills.

Rising the coffee mug to my lips

Like a priest offering his chalice

to his parishioners for just a few sips

If you asked me to wait, it would be sheer malice.

This moment in time

For the first cup of coffee

Is a spiritual awakening not a crime

To bask in the flavors of roasted toffee.

This fragrant drink will sweep away

The cobwebs from my tired mind

The nutty, sweet notes begin to play

Caramel and hazelnut, a perfect grind.

Their scents drifts up to my nose

A pulsing in my ears

My heart beats faster, for it knows

How to wake this body and kick it into the right gears.

The first sip, a bouquet of intense sweetness

Milky flavors that smoothly warms my insides

My wanting throat sad by the fleetness

This hot robust beverage is my morning guides.

My elbows find the table

My other hand joins the mug

Cradling this morning gift that makes me feel able

My once chilled body now feels all warmly snug.

My heavy eye lids shut

All of my attention is turned

Swirling is this energizing elixir in my gut

The sweet acidic notes casting a little burn.

Shock waves begin to wake me

Like a hibernating bear from a long winter’s nap

My brain beings to percolate with glee

This Cup o’ Joe delivered just the right zap.

Gone is the frozen zombie trance

This black gold has set my body all a glow

The nectar from the bean gods has given me a chance

To be able to comprehend my daily morning show.

“Ah’ a relaxed sigh

Escapes past my blissful toasty lips

My day is starting with a caffeine high

There is nothing like a java trip.

The once hot coffee has grown lukewarm

Down to the last few sips

A gratefulness permeates my body so warm

Life is good when my favorite hot beverage passes my lips.

Thank you for reading.

This was originally posted on Medium.