I sit leaning against the window,
Peering through spotted glass,
Straining to feel the sun's rays.
The mug in my hand is heavy and hot,
The coffee inside heating my skin;
A divine feeling in the depths of winter.
Fragrant smoke rises into the air
From the tray of filters and ashes
Where my last cigarette smolders.
As I watch the snow gently falling
A cardinal glides into my vision,
Landing on my snow-covered bird feeder.
A crimson paragon of grace and beauty
He dines on the seeds I selected earlier
Pausing often to shake snow from his body.
I take a long, slow sip of the coffee
Relishing the warmth that spreads through me
As it slides down my throat to my belly.
I bask in the serenity of this moment,
Savoring the peace within the silence,
As I raise the cigarette to my lips.
As I exhale I watch the bird take flight,
Flapping his exquisitely delicate wings,
Changing into a dream behind my haze of smoke.
Author notes
I don't actually smoke or drink coffee, but this is what came to mind when I thought of coffe and cigarettes.
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This reminds me of the mornings I would wake up, while I lived in Nacogdoches, Tx. Nature was everywhere in full splendor, while I sat on the front porch in a rocking chair with my habits at hand, and contemplate and admire the beauty. Excellent rendering of imagery here.
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lol and in mid-august I can't image it's actually snowing either. But still, you captured a certain mood and captured it well. I can't count the number of times during a Michigan winter when I sit at the window smoking out through the screen (I don't like to smoke in my house lol) and watching the snow fall while freezing my ass off. Ah... the good ol' days. Thanks for entering. This had a very nostalgic feeling to it.
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Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. Good luck with the contest. Lady Lilly
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