Relaxed on the porch I try not to scorch
my lap with this fluid aroused by a torch
which clamored to steep these leaves that I heap
whose tendrils of flavor will pleasantly seep—
ringlets of steam like mist from a dream
entice me to try something other than cream
so I sweeten my stein with bumblebee wine
and savor each drop, your hand clasped in mine.
Are You Reading Me?
Dude, this is just sweet.
ReplyDeleteI love tea with my honey, also.
eeewwww tea with cream!!! So nicely written I almost feel tempted to try tea with honey.
ReplyDeleteCheers
Glenn
Was it the tea or the company that tasted so sweet? Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteA very sweet home coming indeed! I'm a coffee addict myself but you make tea sound good! Beautifully written and very sweet.
ReplyDeleteNice poem - you sentimental thing.
ReplyDeleteHi Oz, thanks and enjoy!
ReplyDeleteHey Glenn, you should it's especially great for a sore throat, thanks much.
Hi Jo, always the company that makes the occassion, thanks for yours!
Hello Shirley thanks to you also.
Awww shucks Roger, now my secret is out ;) Thanks for stopping by.
Darling,
ReplyDeleteYou are so far from an average poet.
Unbelievable. You are wonderful.