I awoke feeling inebriated,
not the usual hangover
but as if I was freshly drunk,
I got up and looked outside; I smiled.
It had rained two days back and
yesterday they stuck their heads out
in ‘dirty’ yellowish white
but I was too busy to notice.
Today, my backyard has had a snowfall,
purest white of coffee flowers,
their scent, the sight;
this is worth staying alive for.
