Saturday Morning in Las Vegas
The rich aroma
of morning wafts through the house
French roast coffee perks.
French roast coffee smells better then regular coffee. This morning when I made it in the percolator smelled the aroma as the coffee begin to perk. The perfume of coffee scents the air.
Black coffee in a
white cup consumed sip by sip
a good Saturday.
My Saturday has started good. I have a small white cup of hot coffee setting on a wooden coffee table. I pause in my writing every few seconds to take a sip of black French roast coffee.
of morning wafts through the house
French roast coffee perks.
French roast coffee smells better then regular coffee. This morning when I made it in the percolator smelled the aroma as the coffee begin to perk. The perfume of coffee scents the air.
Black coffee in a
white cup consumed sip by sip
a good Saturday.
My Saturday has started good. I have a small white cup of hot coffee setting on a wooden coffee table. I pause in my writing every few seconds to take a sip of black French roast coffee.
Labels: coffee, coffee poem, Haibun, Haiku, Las Vegas
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