Love and scents

The bird in the sky is garding the mists
Feed the bird! their food is cheap

The morning breeze is fresh as love
I love it, mornings are fine.

Tea is simmered on fire, I can smell it.
Peppermint tea is for spring
Sick tea is for dark winter
Thyme is meant to wash misery
better than rain

Hallelujah!
My father taught me how to dance on gloomy winter evenings; I did bad.

Author's Note

I can't even remember when I did write it. I found it written in my copybook this morning.

Reviews

[Kathleen A McCusker]

This is one of the first poems I saw of yours. It flows so smoothly I wanted more! I felt like I was there and I wonder did you have a place in mind when you wrote this poem?

[goldenscar__]

Yes, each poem has its room. Sometimes it's creepy, sometimes it's fun. Glad you liked it, and thank you for reading.

[wordman]

well it taught me about tea and spices,coffee for me though

[goldenscar__]

Tea is for specific settings.. Coffee is for everyday

[wordman]

thank you for the lesson

[goldenscar__]

thank you for reading

[wordman]

you`re welcome

[A hare off]

This was very creative and it definitely stimulates the mind. Kind of a happy go lucky poem that covers a broad spectrum of things and thoughts. I really enjoyed reading this.

[goldenscar__]

Thank you. There are many many feelings in this world that should be sensed. How do you like your tea?

[A hare off]

Unsweetened :)

[goldenscar__]

....:)))))