Coffee On The Veranda

I take my coffee carefully outside

To the veranda with its wicker chair,

Where pale pink roses climb above my head And salty sea smells linger in the air.

Then I can hear the calling of the gulls,

And gaze out at an azure, shimmering sea,

And wrap my hands around my steaming mug, While frothy cream curls swirl through the coffee.

I add a sugar cube, pick up the spoon

And stir till it dissolves into the foam,

Then sigh contentedly, and take a sip

Which tastes as rich and sweet as coming home.

Susannah White.