From the blog RezichFamilyKitchen.

Smooth Brew

Each morning when I awake

before I uncap my toothpaste

or taste my first cornflake

I wait around for the sound

of the first perk

as you begin to work

Like clockwork

crystal clear water

bubbles and drizzles

through the contour of your reservoir

and into the mound of dark grounds

which turns the water brown

as it runs down into your glass carafe

Alas your work is done

Now I will pour a cup or more

eager to savor your smooth brew

which is sure to renew

and soothe

a very sleepy me

 

This poem was written by and is the exclusive work and property of N. Rezich

Part of the Monday Morning Writing Challenge