A Cup Of Tea And Winter

In winter's chill, a tale unfolds,

A cup of tea, its warmth it holds.

Beneath the frosty window pane,

Coziness found in sips, not vain.

Steam curls, a dance in porcelain,

Stories whispered, where dreams begin.

Amidst the snowflakes gently twirl,

A sip of solace in each swirl.

The teapot hums a soothing tune,

As daylight wanes, and stars commune.

With every sip, a winter's grace,

Embraced by calm, a sweet embrace.

The crackling fire, a partner true,

A silent witness to moments few.

In the hush of night, the teacup gleams,

A tranquil harbor for wintery dreams.