The Morning Cup

I love the smell of coffee
in the morning
The sound of the morning chorus
The first rays of sun
cutting through the darkness
of night
Coyotes sing
A new day is born
In the distance
a child cries for its mum  
The village stirs
Lights flicker
The stars disappear  
I savor my dreams
Taste the bitter sweet  
warm brew like  
words on the tip of my tongue  
speaking to me of Mexico
and the flavor of Veracruz