Cafe Window
How beautiful
to become aware of yourself existing
to wake to the tiny pleasure
of a warm brioche
and cup of coffee, interrupted only
from the paper’s bad news
by the brief commotion of
a woman in yellow
losing her scarf to the breeze,
startling the realisation from you
that such a moment maybe everything;
a quiet cup of coffee
on a breezy morning in spring
life still lifting
it’s warm lips to yours.
Tom Harding
Sun 9th Jun 2019 13:43
Some beautiful comments here, thank you so much all