It’s Poetry Friday! Buffy Silverman and her driftwood “Menorah Man” welcome us at her blog.
Today I’m rushing to share a poem I wrote this summer during my haiku study. It feels like August was so long ago!
Dame mit Kaffeetasse
signed with location Paris
Oil on wood, 55 x 37.5 cm
From Wikimedia Commons, public domain: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Eisman-Semenowsky_Dame_mit_Kaffeetasse.jpg
A bitter morning
coffee steams in the reflection
of a predawn window.
Happy Poetry Friday! Happy coffee drinking!
Ah the bitterness of early morning and coffee–hopefully both lead to sunshine. Thanks for sharing this lovely haiku.
It does feel as though August was ages ago, doesn’t it? Your haiku sounds like the beginning of a haiku story… Why is she up so early on this bitter morning?
I’m glad you think so! (This poet is usually up early, even on weekends, because she can’t sleep late. ACK!)
Love the capture of that moment, Keri. I do love looking out, seeing the faint light emerging. It is so still…
It’s a magical time of day.
August? What’s that? Your haiku study served you well! As Tabatha says, the haiku leads the reader to imagine more. Happy holidays to you and yours!
Thanks, Diane! I think of you now every time I think of the solstice and more daylight.
I am usually up before the sun. “Coffee steams in the reflection.” The image I see. Coffee is a must for waking early.
I agree! I love having a nice hot cup first thing!
We had a bitter morning today — wind blasting the snow sideways from the north. I’m more of a tea girl, but I did enjoy the steaming cuppa this morning!