Her Friends Call Her Sun Tea
Her Friends Call Her….. Sun Tea
O the glass jar waits for time
To turn her tea inside sublime
She takes her place among clay pots
Of Parsley, Bay leaf, Bergamot
Her friends have flown in from above
The Blue Jay, Cardinal, Mourning Dove
They sing! They dance! They gesture wildly!
Her amber liquid, did Sun kiss mildly!
And passing clouds with thunderous glee
Watch glass & Sun turn time to tea
And as the day bows to the night
She lifts her lid, pours sweet delight!
Father’s Day…..’10
Sharing a sunny morning with my potted and feathery friends, and my special guest, Sun
Tea
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