These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Waiting for the Peal

The time of day when day is done
brings hope of needed rest.
A cup of tea or more than one
brings warmth to a waiting chest.

Light blue sky, clouds, dusty and white
float towards horizon's line.
The darkness of the growing night
calls to a kettle fine.

As chilly digits seek to type
chilly tendrils of cold
enfold the throat 'til the kettle's ripe
to Earl Grey tea once told.

And when the jaunty peal declares,
"Prepare thy drink post haste,"
the blessing of thy sipping affairs
is a matter of great taste.

by Jay O’Toole
on January 14th, 2025