Chaud Aftermath

A season's come and gone
Exams all said and done.
Teardrops and sweat beads
Of progress, been  the seeds.
Vent emotions were shed 
Reason, born from the dead.
Texts, tabs and notes all closed;
Thoughts into earth decomposed.
Snow led to dénouement
Like a clean white swan.
And here today I sip
No black coffee on lip.
But a chocolat chaud
And a tired soul lauds.

-Wren