In Brights Grove, where the snowflakes dance,
I found solace in a cozy trance.
With a cup of warm coffee in my hand,
I let my thoughts wander, like grains of sand.
The winter's embrace, so pure and serene,
Blanketed the landscape in a shimmering sheen.
As I sipped my java, a familiar delight,
I felt the world around me come alive, so bright.
The steam rose from the mug, like a misty veil,
As I savored each sip, my senses assail.
The aroma wafted, a sweet and inviting spell,
Drawing me deeper into this timeless dwell.
The flakes fell gently, like whispers from above,
As I sat there, in awe of nature's tender love.
The coffee warmed my soul, like a blazing fire,
As I watched the snowflakes, each one a unique desire.
In Brights Grove, where the snowflakes play,
I found solace in this wintry display.
The world transformed, a magical sight,
As I sipped my coffee, embracing the night.
With every sip, I felt my worries fade,
The snowflakes whispered secrets, a serenade.
The silence of the winter, so pure and true,
Brought a stillness within, a sense of anew.
In Brights Grove, where the coffee steamed,
I found peace amidst the winter-themed.
With each sip, my spirit lifted high,
As the snowflakes kissed the ground, with a gentle sigh.
So, let us raise our cups, to Brights Grove's delight,
To the snow-laden landscapes, to the coffee's might.
For in this wintry haven, where dreams take flight,
A poem I created thru ai and I took this photograph down in the Grove today