Tea is one of my absolute favorite beverages in the entire history of the world. And it has a lot of history! But that isn't what this poem is about. I wrote this poem to simply sing the praises of this wonderful and richly cultured drink with a poetry and grace all its own.
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It starts with the smell;
Embracing warmth, wet vapors,
The richness of the earth.
Leaves steeped in hot water,
An old ritual, as old as bones.
Simple, comforting, protecting.
Sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter.
As different as the cup that contains it;
As unique as the tongue that tastes it.
A line of history and culture
That ties our globe together.
Enjoy a cup of tea.
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Crysta Coburn
Crysta K. Coburn has been writing award-winning stories her whole life. She is a journalist, fiction writer, blogger, poet, editor, podcast co-host, and one-time rock lyrics writer.
Comments (1)
Who doesn't love a cuppa? Perfectly described.