Padding down the stairs,
two pups at my heels,
I head straight for the kitchen.
A jewel-toned foil bag
holding coffee beans
beckons from the cabinet.
Grinding the beans,
releases a heady aroma
of nuts, earth, smoke.
I watch the morning elixir
drip into a clear carafe,
nectar from the gods.
At the bottom of a ceramic mug
I splash a layer of cream,
enough to lighten the brew
without dropping the temperature.
Finally,
cup in hand,
I snuggle between the dogs
and take up my book,
grateful on this Saturday morning.
A Reading Life 
I love how you captured this simple moment with all the senses and the emotions it entails.
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I am not a coffee drinker but after reading your step by step movements and smells and colors, I kinda want to join oyu in a cup!! Enjoy your book! BTW – I tried the book I borrowed last night but didn’t hook me yet, which you predicted! You really do know books!
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I’m studying your poem and word choices because you have such an effortless style that is so effective. Padding, jewel-toned, beckons, the aroma described, the splash at the bottom of the cup- all your care in crafting the lines works to take us with you, and feel your gratitude!
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Sounds like a perfect cup of coffee alongside a perfect start to the day. “Jewel-toned foil bag”- love the intentional word choice.
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You know the only reason I get out of bed is to hold my beloved brew. You make me want to do it all over again, I can smell the, “heady aroma of nuts, earth, smoke.”
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