Sometimes I find beauty and joy in the simplest of things. Last night it was a waxing, almost full moon. Today it’s a cup of coffee and well presented in my friend Menno te Koppele;s picture on Facebook today.

The barista probably thought nothing of this particular cup but the cream pattern is both fanciful and simple, almost as if found in nature.

IRISH COFFEE
By Allen L. Johnson –
My caffeinated riff on a favorite poem:
"William Butler Yeat’s Lake Isle of Innisfree"

I will arise and go now, to sip my morning coffee
And read the morning paper–sports, politics, and trade.
Nine flavors will they blend me there, of roasted araby,
Ground finely by the bean-loud blade.

Read more at Cocoajava’s Coffee Poetry site.