Winter Rising

The graceful rise of coffee steam
Meets the embrace of misty rain
In the crisp November skies,
While the memories of winters before
Imbue the passionate transformation
That is the autumn way...
It brings tears to my eyes.

Author's Note

This is meant to be very short with a lot to imagine at the end. Hope you like it.

Reviews

[Sayre]

You mention coffee a lot in your work. [from the pieces I have read]. Is there a reason you use it in different peaces, or is it just coincidence?
I get the image of somebody sitting on their porch in the light rain, enjoying the calmness of the morning. Watching the steam from their warm coffee, and the mist of air escaping from their mouth into the cold, crisp morning light. The tone of this is so mellow and calm, its enjoyable to read, and descriptive enough to make me feel in the moment and calm as well. Some of your stuff is hard to understand, and maybe there is more behind this one, but either way, I enjoyed it a lot.