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Seasons of Tea

Tea with a slice of orange, not lemon.
Within the somber light of winter afternoons.
Trees carved against smudged grey, white softness clinging
To their edges.

Tea, citrus scent arousing my senses
As they trample the soft brown of the front yard,
Shaking up the dust like fragments of the dry summer 
As they approach

The sun burning death into the land.

Tea, sweetened water held in its cup like an embrace, 
A darkened pool too small to see my reflection,
Yet becomes a giant churning whirlpool 
As my hand starts to shake.
Tea, splashes white linen
My mother’s hand painted china now cracked
Broken like the deepest recesses
Of my mind.

All those hours
Like sea waters
Into the sea

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  1. Date: 4/26/2011 11:18:00 AM
    The passage of time, the changing of the seasons, the aging of the body and mind, yet one ritual remains against which we measure all others...very good work.

  1. Date: 4/26/2011 6:46:00 AM
    Yes tea, certainly one of the Mother's milks of the universe, I'm sure tea gave comfort even in the cave. I so enjoyed this! I hope to read more of your writes. Light & Love