Has it been here all along,
in the leaves? Why do we
grieve these fallen things?
Let’s walk these fields
and brew ourselves in sun
and strains of jasmine
Read me, Love;
stain my heart in something
steeped, and stirred
Written for Toads.
1) Oolong looks kinda like spinach.
2) This makes me melt: “brew ourselves in sun and strains of jasmine” (my ear also turns “strains” into “strange”)
3) This line gets me all excited: “Read me, Love” … Yes, please! It’s the way to my heart. And I’d much rather you read my insides than my writing.
4) I love this poem.
5) “Oolong is a traditional Chinese tea produced through a unique process including withering the plant under the strong sun and oxidation before curling and twisting.” I’ve felt this happen to me over the years. How about you? Maybe all the heat and squeezing makes us tastier. You think?
Love love LOVE #5. 🙂 And yep, can so relate.
Can’t state it much better than the above…but I’m thrilled to see you joined the challenge, De! Thank you!! Hope your summer is going beautifully. ♥
This is a balm, for those of us feeling loss. “brew ourselves in sun” “stain my heart in something steeped” – oolong I know is a tea, but also made me think of ooooohowlong time seems to stretch when you are dealing with loss.
Love that last part.
Stir me up…no better way to be sipped.
Such beautiful words. Sigh.