Posts Tagged ‘chill’

Huge fat snowflakes float by an open window

On their way down to the hard frozen ground.

Each unique and individually distinct

They pile unto each other.

Inside the temple silence is palpable

Compelling the meditative perspective.

On a crude wooden table sits two cups

Steam rising from their concave center.

A couple of tanned, weathered, leathery hands

Reach simultaneously for the tea.

Brewed strong, the scent permeates the entire room

And wards of the chill of the cold mountain air.


By Joszann St. John

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