5 hay(na)kus about hot drinks

Tis the beginning of the season for them!

Eve's
fruit, squeezed,
warmed with spice.

Sodden
leaves delicately
cling to ceramic.

Aromas
fill my
mornings, awakening me.

Childhood
in a
cup, with marshmallows.

Chills
driven away
by warmed hands.

(Prompt by me)

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