This little coffee captivates me.
It is simplicity;
Its joy and energy
contained in scant few milliliters
That I have only just begin
to understand.
The art
is in drinking it slow.

Winter is settling in,
a discontent
seeping into bones
and attitudes made light
only by the twinkling gaity
of Christmastide
that roars in
refusing to be ignored.

Seasons change
and I change with them.
Who am I becoming?
Where will I end?