Thoughts In Consommé - with Grace

From the window, of the slow-moving train  
listening to winds yawning calliope
from the plow shares of my couch
a whimsical of my mind's, big ouch
beneath nature's hoodie of leaves
ageless wonder among acorn trees
shuffling souffle and morning caffeine
 
and I, in turn, wake to dawn
announce its return to conquer the night
painting the sky in many shades of blush
as the aroma of java tantalizes the senses
a stretch and a yawn the cool breeze witnesses
solitude savors coffee in serenity
as thoughts fly to chores full day's essence