Here I sit with my Bergamot tea,
Contemplating the fall.
With the last of the sun shining on me,
I hear the horses call.

Time to get going. Time to get started.
I just can’t make myself rise.
Is it the pull of this wonderful tea?
Or the last morning sun in my eyes?

At the apex of knowing the gray days are coming,
The tea is a comfort here.
Please see me through this dreary weather,
Warm sweater and tea so dear!

I am not falling as much as changing,
With the weather and the clime.
Looking forward to reasons to change with the seasons,
Which bring me more quiet tea time.

©2011 Joanna DeRungs