Clover.Wilson

i drink chamomile in the evenings

vanilla and honey 

forever sweetening

so as the taste travels

and my mother stops and leave

i stick to my chamomile

my evening retrieve 

in the mornings i drink earl grey

warm and darkening

as the weather today

so as i'm forced to close doors

and the dog and cat quarrel

i stick to my earl grey

my morning formal 

stardust in rivers 

oceans and streams 

d0wn from the night sky 

and then to you and me

but the label spalled on

wouldn't dare to make you yawn

with the work put in