Rose and Lavender
Dorian Blue #winter #introspection
The boiling water rises
Whistling of the kettle shrill
My eye lies on the prize
There will be an end to my chill
Color blossoms in the mug
Sumptuous stripes of steam
Quickening the internal tug
Put to my lips, a floral dream
Soft, cushioned fields of lavender
Against the rose’s cutting thorns
I can’t turn back the earthly calendar
And escape their mounting scorn
There’s an urge in me to unwind
To sit with my tea until there’s nothing more
The world is in an impossible bind
Except for another blend I found to pour
I’ll take what I can, but how much is left
Our woes go from lukewarm to cold, no longer deft
When the storm is over there will be calm
For now, I only have my multitude of qualms