Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Hot Toddy


Hot Toddy


Let me erase the fresh
Or better said the chill,
Of midwinter's night air.

Bracing my lungs,
Taken it all in curiously,
For I am legend.

The cinnamon stick twirls,
Spices revolve in a flurry,
And my chill leaves.

Curious the dynamics,
Of a stiff warm drink,
On the reaches of extremity.

Golden now my aura,
Basking from inward thermal
Liquid revival and pure heaven.