Repetition

It's sad that today's the last day of NaPoWriMo (at least until next year). Our prompt on this final day is to write a poem about something that happens again and again (like NaPoWriMo!). So, here it is. I bid all well until next April, and hope that you enjoy this final poem!

Black Gold

 A colleague calls it 'black gold',

The aromatic, bitter liquid

That drips far too slowly

Into the clear pot 

Every morning

I wait for that final drop to drip

Then snatch the pot,

pour the dark glory

Over two sugars and milk,

And hug the mug with both hands,

Grateful for the daily liquid wake up

Andrea Vermaak