Thursday, July 7, 2011

Evening, Estes Park

The aroma of coffee comforts me
as a slow drizzle falls;
clouds creep down the mountains,
a chill steals into the air.
I grasp my mug tighter,
warmth seeping into my fingers.
The rain increases.

1 comment:

  1. Lovely poem. Your powerful imagery lets me feel the cold rain.