And Ode to Mint Tea


A melted earthen jewel,


The aroma rolls from surface to nose

I sip

A bright nectar on the tongue

That dances infinitely

Neck hairs rise as I swallow

Senses awaken

Eyes focus

Soul opens

Toes feel the ground beneath them

Even more

With every sip of hot mint tea


  1. Char says:

    I think that I shall never see
    A poem as nice about mint tea.

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