Wake up, smell the coffee
brewing since 5 AM
Sweet hazelnut aroma, drifting
like a tantalizing cloud, into the bedroom
stirring us, tickling us awake
That first sip, like a first date
magical, overflowing with curiosity, desire
Some mornings, transporting me
to ancient Turkey, Ethiopia, Persia
Never McDonald’s, though
some swear by its brew
Two mugs later
wits about me
Hitting on all pistons
Mind, body revved
All systems go
Ready, to face the world
Poetic Alchemist 
Thanks Boby!!!
its nice…:)
Do I ever relate to this one. Until I have had some coffee, I am totally non-functional. The greatest smell in the morning. Also a great way to sit with a friend and discuss the state of life in the universe.
…Z
Floots: Thanks. You’re too funny.
at risk of sounding like homer
(no don – not that one) 🙂
mmmmmmmmm – coffee
Blondie: Thanks for stopping by and visiting.
I can totally relate to this poem Don! Love it!!
Dan: Thanks. Ok, so it’s green tea for some folks…LOL.
uh huh.
Aurora: Thanks. Glad you liked it. It just seems that way…
Now this is a great line: “That first sip, like a first date” . 🙂 Enjoyed the poem, Don.
Polona: Thanks. Too funny. Coming right up.
it’s espresso with cream for me.
sometimes turkish at home
but i agree… there’s no life before the morning coffee 🙂
Paul: Thanks. I think you saw the unfinished version of the poem. But glad you enjoyed what you saw.
Enjoyable (coffee-evocative…) and funny (last line) at the same time –