Coffee Bean
From bean to brew
The roast, the grind,
The water—
It filters through
From cherries on trees
To peaceful aroma and steam
The nectar that puts us at ease
© June 25, 2013, RobbiePruitt
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I love coffee... and a good reminder where it origins. To late for coffee for me now, but roasting and grinding your own is great.
ReplyDeleteA very nice petite moment and small ode to the brew's genisis.>KB
ReplyDeletei could not live without my coffee....
ReplyDeleteRobbie, drinking a latte here in the Seattle area as I read this. Your words brought a smile to my face.
ReplyDeleteMost of persons like to drink coffee. I love the photo of coffee beans it's really nice.
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