First,
pour the milk,
frothy and warm.
Watch its
whiteness bubble to
hug the sides of the cup.
Scatter strands of saffron, red
flotillas of poetry, they seep
into verses by Rumi and Hafez.
Slip in the almonds, soft, blanched,
they descend to the bottom and
strengthen the brew.
Next,
sprinkle sugar, top it off with
cardamom, a splash of
vanilla, then gently stir.
Let sit the
quietness, the comfort, the
potion;
it awaits its
recipient,
eager to serve.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
Nice! I am tempted to have one. Love the reference to Rumi.
I discovered your blog today, went through some of your posts and found that I really like your writing style. You write such delightful poetry as well!
Also, are you a Bay Area/San Fran resident?
Anjali: 🙂 Thanks. Chug one, do. It’s yum!
Dancing Fingers Singing Keypad: Thanks and welcome to WWNP. 🙂 Yes, I live in the Bay Area.
Warm and soothing, nourishing both body and soul:)
dipali: 🙂