Today the time divides equally, half & half,which is what I like in my tea with a little sugar.It has a deeper flavor than milk,and autumn a deeper flavor than spring,since it brings to mind a returning time,reaching down and in,a time for calling everything backto enjoy the goodness of a new harvestunder golden lamplight.Continue reading “Equinox”
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Dickinson | One Woman Reads Another
It’s a good day for EmilyI sip tea and watch the rainchin in my hand, like any womanprone to flights of fancyand often confined at homesince the spring, our garden has growninto a tangled beastuntamed and freenature gone to seed in glorious abandonunchecked and vivacious as a fertile mindliberated from the chains of societysending outContinue reading “Dickinson | One Woman Reads Another”
Scrutiny, 1
Floating in my cup of tea:
the bric-a-brac chunk leftovers
from the small scoop of flavorful dust
I stirred in, along with honey. . . .
Prose Pose
Baudelaire said to be drunk, always, so this morning I am choosing tea and sunshine. . . .
The Poetry Patio 