summer breeze
Holds scents of leaves,
Near and far away.
It brings to mind
Friendly tea times,
As gentle birches sway.
Hot tea in warm weather?
Some would not bother,
But look around the globe.
India, Asia and Japan
All have warm tea on hand.
It’s a tradition, I am told.
But iced tea cools,
Pours quenching pools
Of goodness into our souls.
Gives us time to pause,
Reflecting our cause
In circular seasons of old.
So as summer leaves us,
Whatever pleases;
Hot or cold, let it be.
Take your tea in hand,
Surveying the land,
Witnessing summer as it leaves.

©2011 Joanna DeRungs