White mug sits on frozen sill
Guarding thresholds ancient still
Snowflakes kiss the glazed rim white
Dawn breaks pale through winter night
Porcelain keeps the watch alone
Porcelain keeps the temple warm
Clay protects from biting storm
Steam ascends in silent prayer
Stone remembers what was there
Heat remains in fired clay
Altos hum in ceramic throat
Hymns half-remembered soft note
Breath condenses on the glaze
Centuries in misty haze
Fingers warm on curved embrace
Mountain holds its frozen breath
Mug defies the threat of death
Handle curved like priestly hook
Cradles warmth in bone-deep look
Shadows lengthen cold retreats
Porcelain keeps the temple warm
Clay protects from biting storm
Steam ascends in silent prayer
Stone remembers what was there
Heat remains in fired clay
No gold chalice no silver cup
Just fired earth lifted up
History in clay complete
Fingers wrapped around the heat
Porcelain guards the sacred deep
Sunset paints the rim in gold
Stories carved in centuries old
Mug still watches patient deep
Temple wakes while world asleep
Steam writes verses on the air
Porcelain keeps the temple warm
Clay protects from biting storm
Steam ascends in silent prayer
Stone remembers what was there
Heat remains in fired clay
Porcelain watches come what may
Steam rises up stones remember
Porcelain watches warm forever