Every Morning

A storm is brewing

The sweet smell of dew lingers

For the bitterness of what's to come

Instead of being intimidated by it's presence

I grab a cup

.....yes....a cup

I waited anxiously not for a drip

But to pour....

Pour until close to overflow

And rinse me of drowsiness

I sip...just as I thought....bitter

So I um.... added some creamer

That's how I make my coffee