Today I
drank you with my tea,
Hot and
aromatic, lightly sugared,
Caressed
with milk. No bitterness
Passed
between my lips. The teapot
Poured us
out as one. Teacups
Held us in,
defined our edges.
I drank you
and you drank me.
It is difficult to choose which poems to begin a blog. I don’t have favorites. Some are old, as much as forty years. Some are new. The ones I share with you survived the cut. My newspaper essays can be viewed at www.MontanaTumbleweed.blogspot.com All poetry is copyrighted. Please contact author for permission to use.
This too shall pass and coffee ___________________________________________________________________________________________...
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