Winter, Coffee, Hammock
gentle the breeze
cooler it blows
rather
than the warm it is
all year long
winter
back laying on the hammock
swings...
swings...
a rock-a-bye-baby
alluring my still
dormiten sensesto where my eyes meet
emerald mountains
kiss a skylight of cloudscoffee...
a whitish column
of swirling scents
carrying dreams
wishes
sip...
sip...
a rich embrace to my lips
reviving spirits
lifting my soulsswing...
swing...
sip...
sip...
savor...
smile...
dream...