Morning Tea

Sweet honey tea,
mimics bright views,
absorbs pure scene,
sips amber hues.

Sun kissed by herbs,
magical coat,
relaxes nerves,
relieves sore throat.

Glimmers of hope,
fills faithful cup,
broadens slight scope,
promise lights up.

Sugary smile,
candy glossed lips,
day dreams compile,
hesitance slips.

Nostalgic brew,
blissful retreat,
sweeps away blues,
heart beats complete.

Gold morning dust,
ambitious rays,
inspires trust,
anoints each day.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge #154 – August 01 , 2023
Prompt – Sun Kissed

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  1. The first morning tea for me has just that effect. I close my eyes and sip and enjoy my slightly bitter brew. I still drink it the way my mother prepared it. Overly sweet slightly bitter aftertaste and way too milky. I smile even as I wince since I’m an almost black, no sugar mostly coffee drinker. Your poem reminded me of her too. Thank you so much grace.


  2. Now I need another cup πŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’ž Beautifully written, Grace! “candy glossed lips” is such a sweet image πŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’ž

  3. A lovely ode to morning tea, Grace! You have covered all the relatable points in this beautiful poem πŸ‘ŒπŸ’πŸ’–

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