Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Green Tea

by Dale Ritterbusch


There is this tea
I have sometimes,
Pan Long Ying Hao,
so tightly curled
it looks like tiny roots
gnarled, a greenish-gray.
When it steeps, it opens
the way you woke this morning,
stretching, your hands behind
your head, back arched,
toes pointing, a smile steeped
in ceremony, a celebration,
the reaching of your arms.


please note: artwork by Andrés Fernández Cordón.

7 comments:

  1. This is great. Your new title art by Monet is stunning! I have never seen that piece before.

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  2. I love teas that blossom. They're so entertaining.

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  3. I love the poem. Green tea? Not so much.
    xo

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  4. Lovely poem - makes me want to make some green tea, but I've just finished a light, mild cup of white tea. (I finally figured out the secret to both green and white is not using boiling water, and steeping them for a very short time.) My favorite green is one from the local Tea Source called Clear Mountain Water - best for the earliest of spring mornings. And may spring come soon!

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  5. Great poem. I couldn't read it without having a good stretch. Mmmm...

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  6. Green Tea...hmmmm...time to detox! smiles.

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  7. I love teas that blossom. They're so entertaining.

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