Honey and Tea

Think of whispers in the shade
Picnic cloths and lemonade

Afternoons in softened light
Books that stretch long into the night

Windows fogged with breath and steam
The hush that falls inside a dream

A cat asleep beside your knee
A cup in hand—honey and tea.

The tick of time, the tap of rain
The quiet joy in things mundane

Like slippers by the back door placed
A tender laugh, a lover’s grace

Think of honey, think of tea
Think of who you’re free to be
 

Picnic cloths

A sleeping ball of glee

Lantern dusk

Honey and tea