The rising steam from a boiling kettle
Created a mist that cooled and settled
Ice crystals formed from the moisture
Upon a winter window pane of grandeur
Hot water was poured slowly into a teapot
Adorned with hand painted forget-me-nots
Teabags steeped freeing a hue of brown-red
As the iridescence of a pearl moon was shed
On fanciful crystals magically bursting forth
With sprays of sparkling frozen fireworks…
Others appeared as precious leaf-like gems
Growing on branches outward from stems
Translucent frosted glass diffused the night sky
Silhouetted trees were barely visible to the eye
Closely observing; exhaling with a puckered thaw
Warm breath made a portal through the frosty awe
Blowing snow was apparent through the peek hole
The comfort of a warm cup reassured and consoled
1/30/08
Theresa there is so much beautiful imagery in this poem I hardly know where to start. I think my favorite lines are these: 'On fanciful crystals magically bursting forth With sprays of sparkling frozen fireworks… Thanks for another gorgeous poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great stuff the feeling of warmth and a nice cup of tea what more could you want 10 Chris two sugers please