morning coffee

I stir
some sugar
into the black cup
of coffee.
I pour a dollop of cream
to lighten it.
I cut a piece
of pastry from
the box, then place
it on a small white
plate.
I go to the window.
sit at the table,
pulling a chair out.
I see the snow icing
the yard, the edge
of the brown fence.
I watch
the bird feeder
with a few sparrows
dipping in for seed.
a red cardinal flies in,
regal against the white.
we have our
breakfast together.
the peace
of the world is this.