My Ode to Coffee

Today is what Winnie-The-Pooh would refer to as “a rather blustery day.” There is a howly wind and rain, and a sleepy girl at a desk with a scalded hand from an unfortunate coffee incident. Yet, I am still eternally grateful for coffee. I am eternally grateful for Fridays, and for meetings that keep executives busy on Fridays. I’m grateful that I wore tights and knee socks and boots and wool pants to work, because it’s freakin’ cold. I am grateful for Dr. Pepper Lip Smackers and St. Ive’s lotion in a dry climate. I’m grateful for Apple Rosemary Flax Sourdough from Urban Baker. Did I mention coffee? So grateful for coffee.

So grateful that it might be time to channel Keats and write:

An Ode to Coffee
By Gillian

O’ obsidian sheen’d liquid,
O’ aromatic tendrils of steam;
Artful provocateur, spinning promises
Of light and heady romance.
Cool, crisp china: the prelude to your kiss.
I am lost to the world, my senses devoted
To this strange love affair.

Such gracious, dusky warmth
Enfolds me with calm tranquility,
A willful stronghold against the vile
Complexity of the external, the world.
I crave this solace, the warm comfort
Of your embrace, which clears the cobwebs
And the clouds from my mind.

Hmmm. Talk about addiction! HAHA! Nothing like an epic poem about a beverage ;) And please don't send me away to an institution, this is all just silliness. I know I should write at least one more stanza, but the construction workers are drilling drywall about a metre from desk and my head is vibrating (and shaking away the poetry.) Feel free to create a stanza/ode of your own!!!

Much love,
~g~