Is it true? Tea time is upon us, at last! It was finally cold enough, a couple evenings ago, to have a cup of tea. Not just any tea, of course. Not for the first cup of the season. An old-growth pu-er, aged and fermented, and simply exuding the damp, mossy smell of a dark forest in the rain. The tea describes itself as such: "Deep, earthy flavor, dark red-gold color, and a rich, velvety texture. Woody, earthy, vegetal aroma, like an old-growth forest." I think that sounds absolutely lovely. Don't you?
The Offering
and offered only once,
though once, eternity,
had I but seen the glance.
So many more, and fair,
as stars upon the sheet,
how could a one compare,
or equally compete?
And yet, that offer pressed
a jewel from the coal,
as alchemies arrest
away a single soul
and hold it high above
the simple stars about,
to let the offer prove,
no more the other doubt.
4 comments:
A blessed soul indeed to be immortalized in such a beautiful poem. And hobbit-style tea--how nice! Happy Autumn to you.
A hobbit tea, indeed! Is your profile picture a Waterhouse?
Yes, it's from one of my favorite Waterhouse paintings entitled "Windflowers." He's one of my best-loved artists, as may be rather evident from looking at my blog. :-)
mmm, the very thought of pu-er makes me smile...
"this heroine soon will withdraw to the Taiga..."
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