In The Wee First Hours-Hour Twenty

Steam slowly wafting,

honey swirling through deep red brew,

while the scent of cinnamon and cloves lingers.

Chai, splash of milk, touch of sweeness

that warms the hands, such a bliss

to sit upon a cool porch step and watch the skies

slowly melt from indigo to soft starshine peach,

lavender, gold lingering into periwinkle,

a long slow morning wrapped up in silence

and a good brew.

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