Thursday, August 13, 2020

Morning Chalice...

Morning Chalice...

The aroma is legendary,
Such a part of life,
Impossible to say goodbye,
All I can say is good morning,
Over the tender wavering shimmer,
Steam rising,
The true alertness of half the world,
I can never imagine my percolator idled,
My antique hand-grinder stilled,
The can of beans empty,
As the world goes to sleep,
Never to awaken.

From the misted moutain sides of Columbia,
To the lowlands of Africa,
The hills of the Inland Empire,
Not a bean?

Surely the world can agree,
It would be a mourning tagedy,
For us all.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 08/12/2020