Sip of Coffee

I am but a sip of coffee,

sweetened with honey

in your mind's world

of vivid dreams

and poetry.

The Finch

You were all mine, for one short night
O yellow breasted bird.
You lost your way and fell from flight.
Your song was never heard.

I cupped you in my hand and then,
I kept you for the night.
Protected you from vicious cats.
And hid you from plain sight.

But morning had another plan.
As nature worked its way.
You died a peaceful death today.
Instead of being prey.

But still I cry a tear or two.
For you were mine last night.
I place a rock upon the ground.
To mark your resting site.

Frozen Lake

Awake, Old Man Winter, hear my song.
Strong are your breaths that chill my bones.
Stones in the brook are wrapped in clear ice.
Twice they were thawed by a sun drenched day.
Cafe poetry, coffee and sweet cream,
Team up with thoughts of warm intimacy.
Consistency of winter's chilling winds,
Skins the sensitive heart yet one more time.
Sublime are mountains with their snow caps.
Perhaps now, we could dance on a frozen lake.