Ah, tea!  I sip, I sigh, I smile.  Your flavor soothes me
You are familiar, yet new each time
In your fragrance I feel winter’s breath
A gust of cold warmed by the steam

Your beauty brings the world to me
With each cup I’m in a different land

Each type a different pleasure
Light, happy, open green
Buttered-veggie oolong
Hearty, rich black

The flavors each distinct but
The delight never failing

When shared, the pleasure doubles
Bonded by the warmth of tea
My friends and I grow closer
Strangers become friends

Or all alone, I’m free to dream
Where tea will take me next.


Editor’s note: This beautiful poem first ran on T-Ching 12 November 2010.