Morning Coffee

 In a shaded arbor,   

leaf shadows pat

and sculpt daydreams 

onto a cloudless blue sky.

Green grapes above,
offer promises
to daisies
swaying in the wind
as coffee steams
and swirls
above the hand
anticipating
warmth will glow within.

Gazing cross the shoreline

he watches a seagull

gliding along the surf,

silent, spread wings

gazing as well.

 

What thoughts bubble

in his imagination 

when the pen touches paper?

Will the shift in the chair

remind him of years past

or the days ahead?

A butterfly rests

on the porch railing

long enough for him

to say hello. Long enough,

for hesitant wings to 

move once before

flying away.

 

M.Flannery

July 2024 

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