Sonnet to a Cup of Tea
I think today’s poem requires no particular explanation, except to say that I will, as promised, post some more of my backlog shortly. But this sonnet… well, let us say it happened this morning.
And now I am off to put some water on to boil!
I shall arise this morning and shall make
A cup of tea with drop or two of cream,
Two spoons of sugar splashed for sweetness’s sake,
And gently stirred while tiny swirls agleam
Drift slowly into one melodious stream
And blend into a gracious golden brown.
The window shall reflect its daily theme
Of quiet light, the kindly morning’s crown,
Into my cup, which spins it to a round
Soft glimmer beckoning a sip.
I’ll breathe the scent so long and far renowned;
I’ll feel the drink lie warm upon my lip.
So morning’s sweeter with a cup of tea
Regardless what the world outside may be.
Lovely! What a greatly crafted sonnet. Love it! Makes me want to drink tea, immediately. You should sell it to a tea merchant. In any case, I'll have my cup of tea now. No milk, no sugar for me. But with a reread of your poem.