Anticipation

Anticipation

as I grip

the coffee mug

listening to

the slow drip

of liquid hitting

the glass pot

inhaling the aroma

awaiting the taste

of the hot

flowing coffee

on my tongue. 

Black and White

The temperature 

continues to drop

a chill rising

as I sit

here writing

smelling bread baking,

calming me

as Joan Crawford 

sings on the television,

I watch her dance

twirling in song

with my colors

painting the page, 

I wonder 

if only we

could go back

to black and white.