There is an icy blanket of white
Trees are bare, no leaves there
My windowed view of February
At ten and three again, I'll brew
Myself orange pekoe, a steamy pot
Sip it'till my body is sated, hot
One cup ably transforms visions
Of my windowed perspective
To include flowers in bloom
Mowed green lawns too
Orange pekoe, who would not
Desire a steamy cup, of you
Winter you're banished from here
Orange pekoe is brewing in pot
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Ron
Regis
I Love Tea, Especially Green Tea
Embrasse'
Vickie