Waning days of spring—
 
a surprise gift of coffee
 
arrives in the mail.

 
 
 

Pleasant spring morning—
 
we linger over coffee
 
long past ten o’clock.

 

 
 
 

Two in the morning—
 
my day begins with coffee
 
and a chat with God.

 
 
 

Instead of coffee,
 
I sip water from a cup
 
as I watch for dawn.

 
 
 

An open window—
 
the scent of morning coffee
 
spills into the street.

 
 
 

Early morning rain—
 
we linger over coffee
 
and old photographs.

 
 
 

Coffee on the deck—
 
a crow in the maple tree
 
keeps badgering me.

 
 
 

First Friday in June—
 
lingering over coffee,
 
I mourn three lost friends.

 
 
 

Last day of winter—
 
over cups of strong coffee
 
we share poetry.

 
 
 

I greet the new year
 
with kolaches, black coffee,
 
and a three-mile walk.