Pause for poetry:
Michael Hawkes /15
Coffee Coloured Days
A poem by Michael Hawkes
The pure color of coffee
in an alabaster cup
increases my delight
every time I tip it up.
The deep flavour and aroma
are essences of soul
without that morning inhalation
I’d be somehow less than whole.
With a chemical imbalance
with a vacancy to fill
a need of massive consolation
unmet by any drug or pill.
It’s an edifying habit
well deserving of my praise
since the sepia sweetened nectar
tints the color of my days.
13/06/20 – Hawkes
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Michael Hawkes was a cherished poet and contributor whose work enriched the pages of WestmountMag.ca with its sensitivity and depth. Over the years, he entrusted us with a rich body of poems, of which only a portion has yet been published. His passing leaves a profound void, but the poems still to come will continue inspire all who were moved by his voice.
No doubt, a lot of coffee-drinking non-poets out there ccn relate!