Morning Autumn Coffee
My feet ache but pleasantlyWalking barefoot on the cobbles
To gather wood from the pile
A morning fire with coffee
Dew on the edge of frost
Touches every outdoor thing
Breath huffs veil the sun
Hints of a snapping Fall day
The mug steams the fire
Grows from spark to flame
And I in wingback cuddle
Listen to its subtle snore
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2020-10-03 at 13:54
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