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
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