Morning Coffee

In the quiet hush of dawn's embrace,  

Steam curls from my cup,  

A fragrant dance of awakening  

As I sip the elixir of morning.  

Dark and rich, it whispers secrets  

Of yesterday's dreams and tomorrow's hope,  

Each sip a gentle reminder  

Of the possibilities that lie ahead.  

In the stillness of this moment,  

I am enveloped in the warmth  

Of my morning ritual,  

A sacred communion with myself.  

As the world begins to stir,  

I find solace in the simple act  

Of savoring this cup of comfort,  

My morning coffee, my anchor in the day.