#PoetryInRoutine

In the dawn dance,
the sun rises, golden and serene,
and in the kitchen, a ritual begins,
a whisper of life in the full air.

The coffee rests in its dark shelter,
roasted grains, kept secrets,
I give him his coat to the boiling water,
a warm hug, dreams dreamed.

The aroma rises like a song,
a symphony that surrounds the home; ...