MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Cold’

deep red mug of hot lemon water
inhaling the fresh aroma with each sip
missing a touch of honey

antique wooden table shows wear and tear
too many parties held around it
time to spend some money

chilly wind is picking up outside
in the land of ice and snow
the nose gets runny

listen to the sounds out the window
crickets break the sound of silence
wait for the day the sky is sunny

when new orange sunrise awakens
roos jumping in the falling snowflakes
what could be more funny

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