Sipping

Sipping the nectar of strong brewed beans.

Enjoying the sights and sound of morning things.

Rumblings of thunder, distant, I grow humbler.

Spring, brings many a wonder, whirling storms that plunder.

Yet, her sitting, I sing praise for Gods glories, this cup I raise.

Savoring another tip, of this strong brewed beans I sip.

W.A.Manning©2017

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