pebbles in coffee

.

Sunday morning

a cold sleepy grey

forgetting –

we turned the calendar to Spring last week – inside

the man speaks about Momentum

on his TV show – a few grey pebbles rattle

in his words of hope and God loves us

again – I’ve made a coffee

too bitter – my boy’s

legs trundle his tricycle up and back

each time he passes my seat – he sings ‘bye’

a single drop of grey from the heavens

joins my coffee

a long journey

.

his curious little hands pick up pebbles

from the garden

now they rattle in my coffee

along with the drop of heaven

it tastes sweeter

.

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4 thoughts on “pebbles in coffee

  1. Still savouring the sweetness of this piece of poetry. I really appreciate the impact your observative eyes add to your lines. This is really beautiful, Andrew.

    Take care and keep smiling.
    Kisses!

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