Morning Coffee
Tickles my lips with frothy cream
Delights my tongue, so sweet
Warm and wonderful like a dream
My morning coffee treat
Warmth slips past my waiting lips
And melts upon my tongue
So happy I can hardly grip
Its warmth makes morning young
That very first taste warms my soul
From my tongue down to my knees
I feel it filling me with delight
Every last bit of me pleased
A little sigh as I drink it in
A little breath of delight
A little sip, the greatest pleasure
Erasing the fog of dark night
Fill me again as the morning begins
Run through the course of my veins
Every sip a perfect pleasure
Let me have you now once again…
I love my coffee
Easter Ellen
~ writing what won’t leave me alone until it is expressed
Easter Ellen writes poetry, prose, fables, reflections, devotional pieces, and three-degree-sideways observations on life. Her work moves through humour, beauty, bite, tenderness, story, and the truth she relentlessly seeks beneath ordinary moments.
She also helps women think clearly, choose intentionally, and move forward with self-trust through content, coaching packages that meet them where they are, and practical tools for building better habits and thinking processes.