Hurry

steam rises and wisps 
above the white mug 
nesting between 
my 
palms


it's warmth, like our 
family fireplace yawning 
its last embers on 
Christmas 
Eve

Jing! Jing! Jing!

out the window, a 
watercolor of melting blues, 
blacks, purples, magentas; still deciding 
where to 
set


could I but disappear
into the froth 
of Earl and cream,
and stir myself into 
a 
dream?


one last sip —
now I too must go 
and splash my 
colors onto 
that 
window