These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

A Spot of Tea

A spot of tea to end the day,
with Oolong flavoring the cup.
There's not a lot that's left to say.
There's sipping warmth to drink it up.

Of poetry, a spot of tea,
I sit, reflect, then find some words.
These anxious thoughts I need to free
as feathers in a flock of birds.

A spot of tea reflects the night
with textured joy, bouquet to swill.
Imaginations take to flight
when tea as wine begins to thrill.

And when the spot of tea is green,
'tis then I drink the second cup.
Some final words I hope to glean
this hour after savory sup.

A spot of tea or two to taste
gives time to write, the pace to slow.
No moment can we ever waste
when gentle minds cause hearts to grow.

by Jay O’Toole
on May 30th, 2025