I am no poet, but something inexplicable comes over me every morning while preparing this magic elixir. So I had to do something about it.*
In the morning. Those first few sips……ahhhhh…….
Oh coffee, how do I love thee, let me count the ways:**
I love thee because you make my eyes and brain sparkle
I love thee because your taste makes me think of exotic, tropical places
I love thee because when I need the buzz, you always come through
I love thee because whether I’m in Reykjavik, New York City or Akron, Ohio a cuppa Joe is a cuppa of Joe
I love thee because MY coffee is so good, I don’t even have to go to Starbucks
and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
*This is a repost from last year, because, well, you can’t celebrate coffee enough, imo!
**With thanks (and apologies) to Elizabeth Barrett Browning.