Yellow tinted sunsets on my
pages fall and speak into
my coffee cup and then
my coffee cup speaks into
me with chai delights and
all the little skinny trees
know that a hot drink
on a hot day are
sometimes all you need.
Written in the 2000s. A simple little diddy I wrote in a notebook while sitting outside of a Starbucks.
non-rhyming, freestyle, very short, nature, musings, everyday life
Dinosaur Fondue Poetry 