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Showing posts with label tea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tea. Show all posts
Thursday, May 02, 2013
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Autumn
Early morning bitter red tea
Steam rises to face, a seasonal touch.
A few dry leaves crunch
Underfoot leaving rusty crumbs.
Autumn arrives; my heart warms,
Soon crackle of chestnuts roasting.
September 22 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Sencha and The Boss
Sencha and The Boss aren't companions,
First thing in morning, when sun glows
Through grey dawn cover. He speaks
Of faith, I try not to snicker. Thinking about
Trading summer colors for autumn's rust & decay.
He sings about pushin' it till it's understood
And these badlands start treating us good.
So I pick up the quill and pot of ink,
On rough paper this landscape will be redrawn.
September 19, 2012
First thing in morning, when sun glows
Through grey dawn cover. He speaks
Of faith, I try not to snicker. Thinking about
Trading summer colors for autumn's rust & decay.
He sings about pushin' it till it's understood
And these badlands start treating us good.
So I pick up the quill and pot of ink,
On rough paper this landscape will be redrawn.
September 19, 2012
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