This Poem was Submitted By: Darlene A Moore On Date: 2003-04-05 19:44:19 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Tea Time

"Would you like one lump or two?" I look up, glance down  at the cup and saucer balanced in my hand,  the tea deep brown and steaming. I pour in a dollop of cream. I dwell in a dream world. The fragrance of freshly brewed full-bodied tea sends me across the Atlantic and I sit in the front parlor of an English manor house. I sip Darjeeling cross-legged on a silken cushion in an Indian palace. A bag of orange pekoe, a boiling pot of hot water on a wood stove: I wonder at mountain vistas outside a rustic cabin window. A flower, jasmine, floats  in the bowl of a handless cup;  gently lift it up with both hands,  bow in respect to my kimono-ed host. Riffle through the cabinet,  sort through boxes and canisters. Where will vision lead this afternoon? Read the labels, pick out an Irish tea, listen to the strains of a Gaelic melody from the midst of the Emerald Isle.

Copyright © April 2003 Darlene A Moore


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