From a teapot
Steam swirling upwards
Pouring out deep, black tea
Strong, hint of bitter
Taste of warm honey
Infused–
The Warmth of orange herbal black tea
Warmth of the cup in my hands.
Warmth of the scent inhaled.
Warmth going down
At the start of the day
awakening
With a bit of caffeine,
Even in summer and the
Mornings are still cool.
Perhaps another later
In the afternoon
More black tea if still early
Perhaps herbal instead
To help sleep
Calming a restless mind.
Usually alongside a book
Lost in a writer’s world
alongside my writing book
My world building
alongside
Another cross-stitching project
Probably to focus
Drinking lukewarm tea
Something idle to help relax
Still progressing on something.
Just idly focusing
From the long days.
About the Creator
R.R.Hannaman
I have been writing a lot of stories and poems for a long time. It is nice to have a place to share it. I like to write about varying topics in my poem. I am constantly working on my world building and stories about my world Avaboya.
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