The Coffee Fairy Visits

She comes to me, bright and warm; mug in hand.

How can she carry something her own size like this?

But still she comes, grip steady as my own hand.

The richly aromatic liquid beckons to me; my truest vice.

I reach out; take it gently. The kindly fairy nods.

First one sip, then another; maybe make the next cup sweeter?

We seat ourselves - a table by the window.

And we exchange silent glances as the rain falls soft.

I reach out for the coffee pot set before us.

I drink until it’s empty. Then, the coffee fairy leaves.