Tea
I can’t sleep, despite my body aching with exhaustion
I fix a small cup of tea and sit on the back porch to
catch the sunrise.
The liquid gold rests on the dark horizon eventually
melts into a glowing opulent orange orb that
paints the sky with pops of pink and picturesque purples
Yellow light filterd the yard and uncovers fresh-cut grass
with centuries-old trees standing tall, swaying in the breeze
Steam rises from my mug and warms my nose,
the sweet smell of cranberries entices me to take a sip
—still too hot—
I wince as the heat travels down my throat, spreads through my chest,
and swirls to my stomach.
I clutch the tea mug for warmth
and rest my thoughts on gratitude and awe.
6 thoughts on "Tea"
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YES, I love a good cup of tea!
Right?! It just makes the day better. 🙌🏼
Nice meditative poem of thanks! Love the images and all the colors. Nothing like a steaming tea mug in hand!
Thank you! Yes, a piping hot cup of tea always hits the spot. 💜
Shuffles off to make tea…… beautiful!!!!!
Aw! Yay! Thank you, Kat Cody! 💜