Like my own heart
…box of tea,
you arrived bearing
that had held
fabulous petals in their gaze
and also, yes,
of tea, of jasmine and of dreams,
that scent of wandering spring.
Ah, no wonder I love tea so much! Once again, the poet distills deep wells of emotion into a few well-chosen words. As we sip our tea (or coffee) today, let’s imagine the miles those leaves and beans traveled to reach us, and silently give thanks for the hands that harvested the bounty that brightens our mornings. Let’s savor the scents that linger, redolent of faraway lands and adventures we only dream of in our daily lives. I raise my cup with you in a virtual toast to refreshing moments that indulge the imagination as well as the senses. Santé!