You set the mug on weathered pine
Where bitter nightshade starts to twine
The ceramic skin begins to craze
As rainy seasons blur the days
You left the dark roast to grow cold
A story that the soil has told
The steam is gone, the heat has fled
Now roots embrace the ceramic bed
Rusted porcelain drinks the rain
Feeding roots in xylem vein
You forgot the morning brew
Now the garden drinks for you
Quercus shadows stretch across
The mossy rim where spores emboss
Mycelium threads the hairline crack
Decomposing brings the nutrients back
Rusted porcelain drinks the rain
Feeding roots in xylem vein
You forgot the morning brew
Now the garden drinks for you
The workshop door stays locked and tight
No steam rises in the night
But out here in the nitrogen
Life blooms where the mug has been
Season turns to dormancy
Mug wears crown of ivy canopy
Glaze dissolves to mineral dust
In humus rich you place your trust
Spring returns with warmer air
New shoots rise from everywhere
The handle falls to loam below
Where only roots and beetles go
Rusted porcelain drinks the rain
Feeding roots in xylem vein
You forgot the morning brew
Now the garden drinks for you
Rusted porcelain drinks the rain
Now the garden drinks for you
