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Tea on Thursday

January 7, 2016

cupandprintInspired by the poems about the laundry yesterday … I think tea?


Morning white awaken,

silver tongues smoky taste.

Mild morning energy

pure green leaves bathed,

Water barely boiled ,

emerald twirls, swirling  

blossom of the warm pot.

Day closes so black warms,

Belly replete gentle

Pu’erh  brings sleep day ends..
Tea is my tipple… dawn, noon or night.  I am methodical with my choice and each brew is as ceremonious as one might experience in China, the home of fine tea.  I am particular as regards quality and provenance, and also dependent on the time of day.

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