Warm Sunrise Coffee

The morning tiptoes in, so shy,

A hush of gold across the sky.

The kettle hums its soft refrain,

While shadows stretch and yawn again.

I stir my thoughts, I stir my cup,

And let the quiet fill me up.

Warm sunrise coffee, in my hand,

Time slips away like grains of sand.

The world can wait, the clock can pause,

This little moment needs no cause.

Warm sunrise coffee, sip by sip,

Life feels sweeter on my lip.

The frost still clings to windowpanes,

A fleeting art that time disdains.

The scent of beans, a velvet thread,

It weaves a warmth through all that’s said.

With every sip, the day begins,

A quiet fight the sunlight wins.

Oh, let the world keep spinning mad,

I’ll stay here wrapped in what I have.

No rush, no race, no grand parade,

Just me and this dawn serenade.

Warm sunrise coffee, in my hand,

Time slips away like grains of sand.

The world can wait, the clock can pause,

This little moment needs no cause.

Warm sunrise coffee, sip by sip,

Life feels sweeter on my lip.

So here's to mornings soft and slow,

To watching winter’s gentle glow.

A steaming cup, a simple prize,

Toasting the warmth of sunrise skies.