Warm in my office,
and snow is falling outside,
not quite wonderland.
A mug of coffee,
waits, hot and steaming, close by,
for that first taste soon.
The mugs sides are hot,
so I hold the mug handle,
for that first hot sip.
Sipping the coffee,
over the top of the mug lip,
cooling it enough.
I can now taste it,
bitter at first, then better,
then the after taste.
Sunday morning thoughts,
what if, I say, I had won,
once, that lottery.
We are where we are,
and the hoping continues,
in our daily thoughts.
