Elixer'd This AM, I Was

Elixer’d this AM, I Was

 

A cup of thick black coffee

Always it seems mornings’ first thing

Lifelong gruffness into my

60’s from my teens

Came to this this AM:

“A Tough Guy Changed”

Left over heavy whipping crème

From making Granma’s holiday caramel icing

Needed not to sit to sour… I mused.

I thought to sweeten my black coffee days just once, sweeten my cup,

Tradition (manly?)  changed.

(1.)  I squeezed this new-fangled Agave Honey

An amber liquid poured to buffalo cup’s white bottom (sweet?)

To pour out French plunged black Star Buck’s,

Black and hot to mix then excitedly challenged twice to break away

Crowned …

(2.)  Heavy whipping crème.

 

Elixr’d this AM, I was. A bit of Puck in myself revealed.

She noticed something new of light and diamonds…

Greeting her.

“Your eyes, Dear, are sparkiling.” She answered my new AM smile.

Small drops shift to sweeten such gruff, black paradigms.