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A springtime feeling.
Green grass growing,
mellow sunshine,
& blooming flowers.
A Monet in motion.
Crickets make music,
birds chat & gossip,
& random cats stalk.
A cup of tea afternoon.
Gathering your thoughts,
staring at the backyard,
& smelling fresh cut grass.
A Monet in motion.
Crickets make music,
birds chat & gossip,
& random cats stalk.
A cup of tea afternoon.
Gathering your thoughts,
staring at the backyard,
& smelling fresh cut grass.
Visions of killer tea cosies haunt your tea making experience. Every night since Thursday, you dreamt of animal, building, and flower tea cosies leaping off teapots, then chasing you down and snuffing out your life.
It’s been so long since you tasted tea; why it’s only been one hour. Desperate to feed your addiction, you shake too many leaves into the teapot.
“It’s all wrong!” you shout as your favourite tea cosy waves at you.
Mum, you are over
three thousand kilometres from
a hug and some tea.
a still lake morning
a tea, and coffee for one
yelling at the lake
The docile teabag sits
waiting for boiling water.
Sitting and waiting still
to release sweet smells.
The teabag reminds me
of so many life moments.
Sitting and waiting still
for the internet to work.
Sitting and waiting soft
to play the next episode.
Sitting and staring at
a book until cross-eyed.
C & K 