Hazelnut coffee
in the early gray morning
I drink thoughts of death
Grappling with the loss of those
once living I read poetry
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Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
Hazelnut coffee
in the early gray morning
I drink thoughts of death
Grappling with the loss of those
once living I read poetry
Liked this poem? Try Blue January or Backyard.