Oh, what wonderful relief!
A witches’ brew steeped stealthily in the wee hours of the morning
Slippery elm, rose hip, cinnamon bark and licorice root
Water heated in a pot over an eerie orange glow that lights the
Early morning and warms the chill
As the wind howls outside in these still moon-lit hours
Accompanied by the ominous implosion of my eardrums
Each time I swallow
Oh the relief as the hot liquid and honey
Slide down the back of my raw throat
Relief, as the steam soothes my chapped nose
And I breathe, if but for a moment
Ah Choo!
© 2009 Michele Arduengo. All rights reserved.
Filed under: Life, Nature | Tagged: cold, Life, poetry, sneeze, sore throat, tea, Writing
A cup of tea DOES work wonders, doesn’t it? So many people are sick — get well soon!
Yep. I’m thinking that my daughter could use some too. She’s lying around, with sniffles and sneezes.
i feel your pain, Michelle…being sick is not my idea of fun at all. Get better soon.