Saturday, 10 February 2018
Japanese Tea.
Japanese tea
Pale
The colours in mist shrouding the mountains in winter
Ephemeral
Tasting of wood smoke
Wood smoke sieved through morning snow
Fresh snow falling
Falling
On rocky
Ground
Japanese tea
Frail
Symbol of amity
Of tranquil moments by the window
Watching with you the large flakes falling
No words spoken
Just looking
Looking
Your diary
Closed
Upon the table
Your slim hand resting
Next to mine
Japanese tea
You quietly smile
As I pour it
Then pass the cup
To you
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
February 9th. - 10th. 2018.
For Ivy, out of her coma and now recovering speech.
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