A Hot Beverage on a Winter Morning: An Ode
I wanted to take a moment to appreciate you.
The frost lacing the den window, contrasting the steam rising from ceramic.
“In the depths of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.” — Albert Camus
There is a level of comfort here which summer cannot provide.
The wind is fresh on the outside. I make new air and put its fire in my throat.
There are many who see this isolation as loneliness, but I am in great company.
Incomparable love surrounds the goosebumps on my arms.
“Good coffee should be black like the devil, hot like hell, and sweet like a kiss.” — Hungarian saying
My body bends and curls into forms like origami as it acclimates to a new kind of heat.
A soft thread’s embrace cradles something unlike a mother.
A sensation so brief and fleeting sustains in vibrations, forcing my hairs to salute the cold.
“Hot coffee and cold winter mornings are two of the best soul mates who ever did find each other.” — Terri Guillemets
What I once perceived as a tangled mess unfurls in blankets given to me by sisters and lovers.
“Love is like swallowing hot chocolate before it has cooled off. It takes you by surprise at first, but keeps you warm for a long time." — Henri Frederic Amiel
I feel this and dream of it when the sun is out, and the sun is persistent.
Thank you so much for reading this experiment! I am fascinated by braided poetry and essay, so I wanted to write something impulsive about how good it feels to sit in quiet and drink a hot beverage on a winter day. I am sure many of us can relate to that wonderful sensation!
Stay warm, friends. Cheers!