the story so far

The early dawn brings with it a delight;
Though my alarm clock blares with sharp distress
I always find a certain happiness
as I begin the morning's groggy rite:
First, to brew the precious grounds with light
accents of cinnamon; the soft caress
of cream comes next, then sugar's subtle kiss.
And as they coalesce, I reunite
my lips with liquid sun; my fingers grip
the comfort of its warmth; my nostrils find
themselves enamored with the earthy scent:
For at the kitchen table I equip
A persuasive smile, unconfined
By a desk job's weary supplement.