A kaleidoscope of amber threads
trickled from a canvas heart.
Heaps of wilted blossoms spread,
and stems trailed gracefully apart.
While straining hourglasses fell,
tiny breath strokes floated up.
White caps creased my steeping tea,
and oceans curled inside my cup.
Though not a tea drinker, these words make me want to brew and enjoy.
ReplyDeletei second what poetic shutterbug said.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot! And I love your posts more than ever!
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