When she came in Through the door he Forgot to latch after The paid one had left, He was boiling water For the ginger lime tea, to Keep the black dogs of Last night, off his head. Amused at her own poise She took the cup he gave, Sipped once and added Another cube of sugar. Found what he nodded at, Took the last of the bound Packages of books, she intents Not to leave at his dump. Tasted bitter, drained the Brew down the basin and she Washed the cup One last time.
Every morning, We pretend to meet, To have a sip From our misty cups of tea. Our eyes might have Acknowledged each others’ presence, But they never meet, While they raise from the newspapers, That are evenly spread On the
Tea welcomes in the morning the senses start awakening Tea carries a subtle charm the very nature of tea is harmony Tea has properties to invigorate among its other refreshing traits Some teas feature a grassy note of the order
Cold morning, eleven it was before the Christmas Eve, I picked my bag and wallet, To buy some Christmas gifts, Checklist, bucket list, lists in hand I had, Smile in heart that reflected in my eyes. Warm I was feeling