Cinnamon Snow
The creation of a shared space, Where coffee filters through a Cinnamon kissed place; A small World, Swirled And twirled With the taste of sunrise - Nourishing the wise Wizards of working Witches On Nassau Street, Drinking coffee to Monday's monotonous beat. Assam tea With organic ginger root; A potion of prosperity That dances within the warm hues Of a writer's masala muse. Red gold resides Aside Sprigs of dill Adorning Cardamom bittered by February's beautiful blizzard - December continuously dances At Dinky's Bar, As footsteps Pave their way through the Duration of January To Rojo's Roastery; A shawl of Silver needle tea. Glittering icicles reflect Valentines vivacity. The audacity Of calm caresses On a cold, Snow-soaked morning. Blueberries crunch In gold-encased crumb Under the boots of numb And nebulous bliss - Ambiguous Day dreaming. Steaming Cups of cocoa, Saturated in lemon-loaded scones Whisper as the sky moans. Loans Of love, Coffee pressed from
