The Senses of Coffee

The Senses of Coffee
By Lisa Noe

What is that delightful fragrance I smell?
Is it food or a drink, I can not tell?
The feeling I get, when I hear that whistle blow,
It is unlike anything I’ll ever know.

The percolating drops of a coffee pot,
Speak to me, saying forget me not.
The steam rises up to the ceiling,
It makes me know just how I’m feeling.

On a sad day it is warm and familiar,
Like a good old friend, you can depend.
On a day when you have a little cheer,
It will be right with you throughout the year.


12 lines
98 words
Third poem for the August 2020 Poetry topic of the month contest.