I Write this Letter, while Dark Heavy Storms
Gather quietly in the Heavens, to Plot Mayhem.
My Fingers Wrestle with stagnant Pen,
as I
Assemble Jumbled thoughts of just what to Say.

Each Word placed delicately on Soft lined-paper;
Standing at Attention; waiting for further orders.
And Gradually, the Smell of Fresh Roasted Coffee
Overwhelms the...