I wake up with my heart aglow
The smell of coffee steeping slow
Feet rushed in anticipation
Of that tasty recreation
Which makes my morning bright.
Silky heat runs down my throat
Warming me with it's toasty coat
Tendrils of energy begin to glide
Sweeping cobwebs of sleep aside
So I can face the day.
I salute the sun with my first cup
Of this, my favorite breakfast sup
And thank the universe for its creation
Which lifts me up with such vivation
And fills my mouth with joy.
-HM Braverman
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Crepes of Wrath
Poetry*FEATURED on WP Poetry* **FIRST PLACE IN POETRY** -EC (earnesty community) Poetry Contest (over 100 entries) -The Blue Rose Awards Come on in and take a seat at the diner! I'm serving Crepes with a side of Poetry here. And of course, lots and lot...
