The smoldering ash

I open up the humi- and much to my delight..
A beautiful aroma - and what a perfect sight..
I pick the perfect stogie - for a breakfast smoke..
I pour a cup of coffee..and to the porch I go..
 
I watch the sun arise through the branches of the trees..
The morning winds blow through - a nice and gentle breeze..
I light up my Stogie - in great morning plumes of smoke..
A slight hint of cocoa hits the back of my throat..
 
The burn is nice and even - the ash still hanging on..
Three quarters through the stick - and still moving along..
The flavors developed nicely as the ash grew..
My perfect morning stick dissapeared with the morning dew..
 
 
An hour or so has passed..the coffee is all gone..
A tiny nub sits - the birds have finished their songs..
My meditation is over - the mornings glory has passed..
I leave my perfect moments with the smoldering ash.
- Taylor 'Norseman' Lynn