Poetry / December 2014 (Issue 26)


Tea Leaves

by Jess C Scott

Spring:
(We read our tea leaves, infused with jasmine blossoms)
You said we would grow old together.
I smiled. "We'll see."

Summer:
(Green tea, our favourite pastime)
"A moment of respite from drudgery," you would bemoan.
I'd nod in agreement.

Autumn:
(Oolong tea, rich and amber)
"With you to the bitter end," I said.
"We'll see." You smiled, in spite of your shallow breathing.

Winter:
(Black tea, served for two as before)
Despite there being only one at our table.
My tea leaves say: With you in spirit.
 
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