Black Tea

Black tea, not coffee
Honey kind o' day
Soothing in the cup 

Somehow it feels colder out today
Feel it in my bones
Premonition like

It settles in the corners
Nagging at my joints
Whispering unwelcomeness of age

A Birthday Toast to My Wife

A toast
To the most amazing woman I know:
Lead me
To be free in her arms and shows...
Even
An opinionated schmuck, ugly feller,
Can land
The hand of stunner, a woman like her.
Here's to
Many years till we're old and graying, thriving;  
Praying
She's still forgiving the luckiest man alive.  

Bitter Sweet Revival

Do it again sweet lady
Pour hot milk
Into bitter grounds
Froth it in ceramic cup
Past my lips
The bitter mix sips
Well down my soul and pours
Into words
Out of my fingers
Thursday morning at your shop