Water is drawn,
Kettles filled,
Leaves measured,
Cups replenished.

The world turns,
The flush of Spring,
Returning tide,
A green eruption.

In the darkness,
Wrapped and ageing,
Life’s companion,
Mellowed, waiting.

Piece by piece,
The latest offering,
Baptise, anoint,
This new occasion.

A sip, a drop,
A wink of steam,
Dusty residue,
Teacup dreaming.

Years must pass,
A taste remainder,
Fragrant traces,
On scented paper.

Water is drawn,
Kettles filled,
Leaves measured,
Cups replenished.