Showing posts with label tea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tea. Show all posts

Sunday, September 18, 2022

September Bliss

 


Bliss, sweet bliss
A book and tea
With crickets and zinnias for company...


Bliss, sweet bliss
Nigh fair as June;
September Sunday afternoon



Bliss, sweet bliss
Time cannot touch
Life's simplest pleasures we love so much


Bliss, oh sweetest
Bliss of all
Summer's chair perched on the brink of fall

~Janet Martin~


above page from the book The Shape of a Year by Jean Hersey



Wednesday, January 6, 2021

Tea... Anyone?

 




Tea for two 
Who have been through 
some highs and lows 
we’d rather not 
Who are still in 
The thick and thin 
Of love lessons 
not fully taught 

© Janet Martin 

(this itty-bitty ditty 
I dare say applies to 
Anyone who 
Might care 
To share 
A cup of tea 
With me)

of course, this is a virtual-tea-party
due to the ongoing social restrictions😞

Saturday, April 27, 2019

Come Over For Tea

PAD Challenge day 27: For today’s prompt, pick a direction, make that the title of your poem, 
and then, write your poem. There are so many directions: north, south, up, down, left, right, over, under, etc. But there are also more specific directions like “Across the Way,” “Through the Woods,” and “Beyond the Clearing.” 
Or give directions like “Clean Your Room,” “Tie Your Shoes,” or “Get Over Here.”



( today's outdoor tea unfortunately includes mittens and a wind warning!)


I’ll put the kettle on
With sweet treat on the side
And we will pull our chairs beneath
A wreath of blue sky-wide
Then as the hour flows
Through careworn taste and touch
We’ll chat about the way time goes
And love and life and such

For tea is less the tea
Or where we choose to sit
And more about the company
We keep while sipping it
And while we pour the brew
Of first, then second cup
We’ll pour a bit of heart out too
And cheer each other up

…where thrill and spill and ill
Will always have its way
Where hurt and hope fill and refill
Without a holiday
…where life, whatever bend
The up or down might be
Is all ways best shared with a friend
Over a cup of tea

© Janet Martin
 

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

After the Girl



After the laughter and clinking of spoons
After the stirring and sipping of tea
After a slow-steeped love-spun afternoon
We keep a beautiful memory

After the whirl, skip-and-twirl, little girl
After carefree fairy-tale fantasies
After they pass through that door to a world
Of almost-a-woman, what fond memories

© Janet Martin

I had the pleasure of serving tea at another Disney princess party
Present were Minnie Mouse, Alice in wonderland, Belle and Tinkerbell
When I asked them how long they plan on doing this they said. oh, for a l-o-o-o-g time, until we're married and everything':)

I wonder how long it will be until they taste the hurt that Emily of New moon described like this 'Outgrowing the things we love is never a pleasant process' 
I wish for them a bit of Disney-princess as long as they live!

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Tea-time





There is nothing quite as lovely as a kettle when it sings
Ah, surely, surely tea-time is one of life’s kindest things
For in the hustle-bustle of life’s hasting human-race
It’s nice to stop and pour a cup of quiet tea-time grace

English, earl gray or peppermint, lemon or chamomile
Or any other flavor, tea is like a kettle’s smile
Or like a hug, it satisfies the middle afternoon
To sit a bit and pour a cup of happy-happy tune

It gathers friends together yet is lovely on its own
It warms us when the weather weeps in cold, gray monotone
It brings with it a book perhaps, or a moment to dream
With eyes half-shut, we hold a cup of aromatic steam

Life is too short to hurry-scurry without pause, you see
And what is so important that it cannot wait through tea?
Time’s bric-a-brac and tick-o-tock is noisy nothingness
If we deprive our little lives of tea-time happiness

Yes, there's nothing quite as lovely as a kettle when it sings
It puts on pause the fretting flaws that living surely brings 
So if you're feeling down and out, perhaps its time to quit
Just long enough to pour the love of tea and sit a bit
 
 
© Janet Martin

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Practically Paradise







It’s not the big things I’ll miss
When you go, but the little things
These make a house a home
And tug on love’s heart-strings

And I smile now as you move
Slowly, rapt concentration
The titter of tea-cups and silver
Sing of evening celebration

Delivery complete; Tea-tray touch-down
On coffee-table landing strip
Scent of vanilla-rooibos
Teases the air as we sip

…And chat about little nothings
Which are really not nothings at all
But will tune the whisper of echoes
In mom’s memory-madrigal

© Janet Martin

It's not the big things, but the little things
that make a house a home! 
 
...this was re-iterated just now as I noticed the word POP (aka soda) on the corner of my grocery list. 
Hey, its always worth a try, at least that's what Matt would say:)


a few more 'little everythings'

2 days before Emily's wedding last fall my sister-in-law gave me a lily that she dug from her garden so I quickly plopped it in a planter...we've been enjoying calla lilies this winter-long...

...little guy I babysit LOVES apples!
 It's raining right now. This might bring an end to the after-supper cross-country skiing;( frown, ...oops, smile :)! In spiteof this longer winter there are things I'll miss...




Monday, October 15, 2012

A Cup of Tea with a Friend...





We may travel the wide world over
North, south, from end to end
But it cannot measure the pleasure
Of a cup of tea with a friend

Many are life’s vast achievements
And many kind hands it extends
But none can replace the contentment
Of a cup of tea with a friend

© Janet Martin


Friday, April 1, 2011

Music....


It’s a song that suggests at a moment
With my eyes closed
And sweet warmth teasing my lips
It’s a trickle of sparkling laughter
And a china rose
Between my fingertips
It’s the sound of a brief siesta
And I smile
As I absorb its melody
It’s a beautiful kind of music
Song of chamomile
As I pour a cup of tea

Janet~

Monday, January 17, 2011

Over a Cup of Tea.....


This is no ordinary event
When we share a cup of tea
This is the portrait entitled ‘content’
And moments that form history
For over a cup of our favourite blend
Be it chai or simple earl gray
Are the priceless moments shared with a friend
Over a cup of tea

Here we can share the moments of life
Between each comforting sip
We share our victories, our sorrow and strife
As some wee flowered chalice we grip
Moments flavored with lemon or mint
Chamomile or wild berry
Become rare memories heaven-sent
Over a cup of tea

Over a cup of tea we delve
Into matters of the soul
Sharing little pieces of ourselves
Yet, in it becoming whole
We speak of our children, our hopes and our fears
Dreams of what yet may be
Flavoring the moments with smiles and tears
Over a cup of tea

Over a cup of tea we restore
Our faith in fumbling mankind
Many like us have come before
And many will follow behind
Yet with every challenge that life may send
I pray there will always be
The moments we may share with a friend
Over a cup of tea

Janet~

Hi Lucy……
It was easier to rhyme ‘friend’ than sister…..
All I could come up with for ‘sister’
Was ‘mister’ and kissed her’…..
And THAT would have taken this poem on an entirely different course!!!!
And after all ……
A sister is most surely the dearest friend on earth!!
Love and prayers,
Thank-you for the tea last night,
It was special.