Hot Tea on Cold Day

In the chill of winter's breath, I find my solace here,

A hot cup of tea, a treasure warm, dispelling every fear.

As I cradle porcelain in my hands, a dance of steam takes flight,

Whispering tales of comfort, in the silence of the night.

The cup, a vessel of memories, an elixir to the soul,

A refuge from the biting frost, it makes my spirit whole.

With every sip, I'm wrapped in warmth, as coldness melts away,

The essence of a thousand leaves, in every drop, holds sway.

The aroma, like a fragrant hug, wraps 'round my very core,

A symphony of spices and herbs, it beckons me for more.

Cinnamon, clove, and ginger's touch, in harmony they blend,

A soothing serenade for my heart, on which I can depend.

The liquid amber, a lifeline, as it courses through my veins,

A promise of renewal, as the world outside remains.

With each gentle gust of wind, I am rooted in my place,

Embracing the sensation of this tea, a warm and tender grace.

And as the day turns into night, I cherish every sip,

For in this cup of solace, my heart finds a fellowship.

So, on a cold and wintry eve, when darkness reigns supreme,

A hot cup of tea, like poetry, fulfills my sweetest dream.