On a dark, dreary, drizzling night,
By windows mirroring lamplight yellow
To heat again a cold lonely soul
Asked a spiced apple chai that night.
The tang permeates from the cup;
Remembrance of autumn harvest,
Warmth of herbal aromatics best
Comfort of a blanket in a cup.
With a spoon heap of sugar
And another, and another.
The resuscitation again completes
A heart that was tired and deplete.
-Wren
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