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 the goddess above.

Khione.

She breathes her mystic melody

Into London fog tea -

Enabling beauty

To be set fleetingly free.

Such precious moments 

Lay toasted in orange and walnut bagels -

Breathing upon Small World's fossilized tables.