A Cup of Tea

Just one cup in the morning; no added flavor Ceylon tea or Assamese is my preference Each drip and each sip I so favor and savor Betwixt too light and too strong. This makes difference Its red-black-orange mixture I fondly adore My chocolate face waves betwixt its white-ash smoke There's a fragrantly sumptuous taste in its core To sip this nectar with me join a few townsfolk It's poured into my cup in a hundred-degree I start sipping. It does not hurt my lips or tongue The process goes on till I, finally, could see Not a tinge is left, and I feel extremely young A cup of hot black tea is the day's protector Can't I compare it with the heavenly nectar...? 09 February 2023 A Simple Pleasure Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Julia Ward