Breath of Tea

Strip off the messy mind,

Tear out the mad heart,

Forget Time’s blighted bellow,

In a slow swirl and sputter,

Of the glorious piping puddle.

Gathered up in fragrant breath,

Fickle faculties are loud no more,

And there is no clamour and cry.

All is stolen in a hum and murmur,

On the silent lips of contentment.

So kick out cacophony and curl up,

Each finger round the hearth of heart,

And each thought smoldered and serene,

A divine utterance of soul,

In the beautiful breath of tea.

©2013 Alison Zacharias