“For Pompa’s Tea”
Green, dawn-rise leaves.
Blessed honey bee!
Yellow sight, see?!?!
For Pompa’s Tea…
Joy color’d flower that grows,
Yellow Star harvest that glows,
Take in tow, to where life goes!
Bright bloom that sows
What warm breeze blows,
Deep dreams it knows,
Buzz highs and lows!
Healing, good meads!
Forth! Come the seeds,
Silver Moon Queen’s
Love of Sun, needs.
Joy color’d flower that grows,
Yellow Star harvest that glows,
Take in tow, to where life goes!
Time deepens, slows
Pollen bit she stows.
Beauty! Lush rows,
Feeding as does.
Never a boast,
A warm, bright ghost.
Peaceful? The most!
Oh! All life owes…
Joy color’d flower that grows,
Yellow Star harvest that glows,
Take in tow, to where life goes!
Wounds gently close,
Pure, bringing dose.
Mem’ry: it sews
Pain from arrows!
Counting two crows,
Glory earned, flows.
Raised chalice toasts
Heavens’ own hosts!
Joy color’d flower that grows,
Yellow Star harvest that glows,
Take in tow, to where life goes!
Rapid rainbows’
Purpose, dances show
Taken in tow
Where ere we go.
All stories told,
New ones, and old.
A few even bold!
Only such gold…
Joy color’d flower that grows,
Yellow Star harvest that glows,
Take in tow, to where life goes!
Rays of light float.
Warm, gentle coat.
Learn well, not rote,
This vibrant note.
For Pompa’s Tea,
As Grandpa’s was:
Orange pekoe.
Ceramic Cup.
Honey, hot water.
Brass spoon, smoothly.
-- J.R.H.
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