Haiku #453 – #456

453.

Luxuries of dawn
Wrapped in the scent of coffee,
The ego of beans.

454.

I’ve been adoring
You again, helpless drowning.
My mind slipped like Time.

455.

Medicinal pills
Are the ritual spoiling of
A good pot of tea

456.

As Wodehousians
Might sometimes say that golf is
A good walk spoiled, too.