Coffee (A Poem)

Coffee, when freshly ground, Offers endless aromatic delight. Flavorful tones will abound, Fully delicious and acid light. Early risers will oft be found, Espresso in hand black as night.


This is a poem I wrote back in early September while living in the woods. Moss How finely you grow, Living on tree’s bark, Creeping, covering, Silken strands, So thin and fragile, Like the web of a spider, At the microscopic level. But pull back, And the woods are filled With plush carpet, Inches thick, … More Moss