Poetry From The Eye of A Storm

Tea In A Coffee Cup

Warm tea swarming taste buds, so sweet,

sipping sentimentally, from a coffee cup softly.

Windows frosted over; fields frozen in freezing snow,

but this brew breaks through and snugs my soul.

Nostalgia fills me drinking tea in a coffee cup on my sofa.

Mellow memories maneuver my mind, so meek,

skull slowly shatters, memories too scattered momentarily.

Matter does it not? Thinking too much,

Sit back, close eyes, have another cup.

Musnt fight these feelings, finish the flame, focusing on the flavor that savorers in my mouth.