Summer floral daydreams are silky sweet.
Cool, velvety, and warm vapors envelope pungent tiny snowballs of clover.
I can taste the syrupy sweet honey yet to be harvested.
I'm so sleepy it's hard to prop my eyes open.
I sit to write and creative thoughts flee before this drowsy sea
Of perfume so thick and sticky making breathing laborious
But oh so delicious and heaven scented marvelous!
Tea and Reverie
Poems written during morning tea, by Marian M. Fay
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