Coffee at Three
A quiet moment on a walk
to sit, sup coffee and
take in the view. The landscape
stretching out to one side of us like
a misty old painting.
Leaves rustle in the breeze
and distant traffic hums. All around,
brown dead leaves and
broken twigs, the beginnings
of autumn, we sit to write.
The coffee refreshing us
both physically and intellectually.
The wind starts to pick up and I wonder
if it will it be uphill or downhill