Coffee: A Love Story

Glorious blackness
Trickling cup-wards; Ah, life!
Coffee, my dear friend

Starlight

Stars are flickering
Beneath the weight of my dreams
Darkness chills the winds

Change

Gentle wind climbs down
From sun bleached, rock strewn hillsides
Inevitably

Violence Displayed

They mesmerize us
Pictures of carnage, strife.
Cherry blossoms fall