Tea

While meandering and browsing poetry sites I came across this poem on https://hellopoetry.com.  TeaSitting, drinking tea while watching the rain come wandering down a smile brought on by cool breeze on misted skin steam rising from the cup in front, the fragrant herbs steeping and cascading come memories of other times of once close people and far away places and endless cups of tea No matter where i wander, be it deserts cold or mountains rugged there are always memories of those left behind in time bring they a smile, a grin or a tear to flow my face i will find joy in seeing them again even if only inside my mind and over a cup of tea. Tomas Denson Jan 2015