HAIKU

Echo meets her fate

When Narcissus rejects her:

Repeat after me.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

I like to think that the slight tannin stain on my old chipped mug is where the mug itself stores its own fond memories of tea. ☕

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Sipping is fun but life demands the occasional slurp. ☕

HAIKU

Time's own dividers:

A universal flat-pack

With no instructions.

HAIKU

Language is broad strides:

Haiku's are the tiny feet

Of perfectionists.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

I thank the woman who picked the leaf,

the farmer who milked the cow,

the potter who made my old, chipped mug,

and the present for just being now. ☕

HAIKU

Now is a market 

Where The Past and The Future

Haggle for our time.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Ponder of the day - are people who drink green tea known as tea-cologists? 🤔☕

HAIKU

Haikus are simple

Prime numbers of poetry:

Elegantly formed.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Makes the world feel that bit saner. ☕