third entry for aug. 2020, coffee prompt. monthly poetry topic of the month
The Senses of Coffee
By Lisa Noe
What is that delightful fragrance I smell?
Is it food or a drink, I can not tell?
The feeling I get, when I hear that whistle blow,
It is unlike anything I’ll ever know.
The percolating drops of a coffee pot,
Speak to me, saying forget me not.
The steam rises up to the ceiling,
It makes me know just how I’m feeling.
On a sad day it is warm and familiar,
Like a good old friend, you can depend.
On a day when you have a little cheer,
It will be right with you throughout the year.
Third poem for the August 2020 Poetry topic of the month contest.