The Duke of Earl Grey Tea:

 
Reading the tea leaves 
I notice the difference
between indices
Its winding number hidden
in the burning sun shower
 
The migrating dawn
resembles the dusk again
The anatomy
of puzzles start at edges
and in the sacred corners
 
Translation adrift
in the bitter Winter dune
These astonishing
thoughts always come back to you
when the leaves are read once more
 
©️Winter Dawn Burns