I finally pushed myself to write something yesterday. Tell me what you think.
Hot to the fingers and hot to the lips,
you notice the steam rising from the cup.
It's too hot, but you still taste a few drips
as you put it down. The day's looking up.
A dark - dark as your coaster - and sweet brew
fills your mouth with all its warmth and all its taste;
you drink yet more and the flavor stays true.
Not a single drop would you care to waste,
for it's that good. Even if it gets cold,
the taste is still there - it's so delicious,
so calming. Maybe, as the day grows old,
things will still go well - an hour auspicious -
but you know that the fun sometime must stop
after the end of the pot - the last cup.
