Month: January 2014

Winter

Posted on

There are no words for this
this aching, groaning, growling, moaning
feeling inside
like everything is frozen solid…
by a cold winter’s day
a cloudy day with no warmth to it
an icy day with no love in it
it never ends
this constant numbness
until you get frostbite, gangrene
and then your heart dies
a broken, frozen
ugly thing discovered by some poor soul
who will forever be tormented by its memory
of your heart
disfigured and hateful
spiteful and jaded
angry, jealous, crying all the time
untrusting and cynical
you’ll never survive this winter of ice
this winter of cold winds
and no love
this winter of fear and ‘freedom’
this winter of death and deceit
this winter of decay

– Joanna Hamilton

www.aromaticcoffees.co.ukwinter

Advertisements

Cozy Rain

Posted on

The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you’d just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency.

– Susan Allen Toth, England For All Seasons

www.aromaticcoffees.co.uk

imagesNTYRHWWT

Wake Up and Smell The Coffee

Posted on

Ask not about what the future may bring.
Whether sorrow shall reign or happiness ring.
Breathe deeply the aroma from life’s belfry.
WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE.

Seek not to know when death shall call.
Whether bells shall toll or cardinals sing.
Instead find joy in each moment’s acme.
Wake up and smell the coffee.

Think not about ghouls and banshees
Or wonder what makes hopes cloudy.
Rest your thoughts upon here and now.
Wake up and smell the coffee.

Worry not about why bereavement calls.
Do not dwell on words of war.
And if at days start your mind seems clogged,
Wake up and smell the coffee.

Be happy enjoying life’s fragrant…peace.
Turn long-term goals into shorter leaps.
Set life’s table with roses and daisies
Then, wake up and smell the coffee.

Steadfastly time steals; days pass away.
And memories too soon fade as well.
Trust not what bouquet the future holds.
Wake up and smell the coffee, today.

– Dane Smith-Johnsen

http://www.aromaticcoffees.co.uk

morning-coffee