coffee life,  coffee shops,  Documentary/Street,  poems,  poetry,  street photography,  writing/reading

Wintery Sunday

wrapped in my blanket in the predawn darkness
I read and meditate on words which
become seeds for my soul and mind

the new day offers a dusting of snow outside my window
so after my quiet time I bundle in warm clothing and
grab my backpack to venture to the coffee shop

am greeted by early-to-rise baristas as I enter the door,
they make my favorite, an Old Town mocha, extra hot,
perfect on this bleak and wet day

notice beads of water forming their own worlds
on the patio chairs warning me to sit inside
on this wintery sunday morning

ms

Retired. Having fun with photography. Journal daily. Meditate daily. Learning haiku/poetry. Have a love for fountain pens.

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