Coffee Date

I love Autumn but the season seems to go by so fast as soon as the leaves fall..

 

 

 

A kaleidoscope of color falls as wind scatters the peace of a mid-October day.

 

Melancholy thoughts invade my mind while I watch a mist dampen Autumn's gift and my mood.

 

We need rain, I know, it's not the weather that has me down, not really.

 

It's that my favorite season will soon end even though there is still two months left; if you go by the calendar.

 

The coffeehouse I'm sitting in has a coziness but it can't ward-off the chill that has set in my bones.

 

The swirling steam of my raspberry mocha taunts my nose with the promise of comfort while providing a $3.55 facial plus tax, of course.

Reviews

[Tovli]

loved the wit--totally set up with powerful words and images! nicely done. Poet--you need to do more prose and more short stories! I see flash fiction in your future! tovli

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Quite good! More than a poet.

[C. C. Burl]

What an interesting piece! The part about the coffee was so, well, true. The details of the price of the coffee helps me feel like I know the poem well, as we have all bought a coffee for $3.55 plus of course the tax. *smiles* But it's a grand little poem and I know exactly how you feel. Flora.