Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Afternoon tea. What sheen to the next poem?

White tea. Green is the sheen of the next poem -- at least the majority of lines. Spring is here; green competes with a host of radiant color.

Will the next poem rival the showy cardinal rhodies in the neighbor's yard? Like poems, flowers don't pay much attention to boundaries. Makes me thing of tea's relationship to water. Unfurling leaves of green and tinge of slight amber.

1 comment:

  1. Scented as it was with the fragrance of morning
    and a curious blend of teas and fruit peels
    the evocation of home for a number of workers
    brought tears as they walked away after noon