Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Soft Tea Review

How to head this review?  Soft came to mind.
All three of these teas remind me of the softness of Spring,
a gentle touch of sweetness and new growth.

Chamomile Rose Silver Needle White Tea was beautiful in appearance.
It would be a lovely tea for an afternoon of shared tea with friends.
Light, floral with just a touch of chamomile.
Blending chamomile and rose is a delight.
Easy to drink.

Organic Silver Needle White Tea (Bai Hao Yin Zhen)
Soft green color.
Reminded me of a field of fresh mown hay after a Spring rain.
Simple, straight forward, and pleasant to the palate.

White Peony Tea (Bai Mu Don)
A sweet scent.  This one caused me to be poetic and a favorite of the three.
Nature speaking words yet unheard,
but softly speaking in my throat.
Color of golden light
Shines in my cup.

All three of these teas can be found at

Monday, September 1, 2014

Monday's Quotes

A Singing Heart

I woke up this morning
To a singing start;
I went about the live-long day,
A song within my heart.

"Sing before you breakfast;
Cry before you sleep,"
Is an old, old saying,
But never one I keep.
I sing, and I go dancing,
With music in my tread,
Until at length I've sung myself
To supper and to bed.

by Ethel Romig Fuller, Kitchen Sonnets

Photo of vintage dresses to dance and sing in.

Welcome to September.
I hope your heart is singing
and the month is a delight.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

The Fairies do Play

Dancing in the Garden
Dreaming under the clouds
Singing songs with the chickadees
Laughing all day long
Swimming in the sea of Delight
These are the dreams of sweet fairies
and those with a child's heart.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

From a Girl's Window

From a Girl's Window

This window frames for me alone
Clouds across which birds have flown.

It panels low hills and a sky
Where storms and stars and new suns lie.

On the curtains trees have laid
Cool, grey fingerprints of shade.

Through its casements moons have crossed,
And winds, and still white-slippered frost.

Dawns creeping in, tiptoe, have spread
Silken rose quilts on the bed.

And dust flies to the sill and sings
Of strangely lovely, wistful things.

~Ethel Romig Fuller, Kitchen Sonnets

This was the view for me last weekend.
A pleasant, wonderful time away with girlfriends.
Time to refresh, talk, and enjoy some meals together
is pure delight.

Monday, June 2, 2014

Monday's Quotes


A little housemaid aproned
In flower-sprigged dimity,
She wakens robins, meadowlarks,
The earliest honeybee.

A green scarf wound and knotted
About slim, sinuous hips,
She draws a crimson rose across
Provocative red lips.

Gowned in larkspur-blue chiffon,
She fills a smoke-grey jar
With spice and petals, and then holds
A long spill to a star.

Curves of loveliness revealed
By drapes of blowing tulle,
She kneels to kiss a shadow of
The moon's face in a pool.

~Ethel Romig Fuller, Kitchen Sonnets

A poem is an extra long quote, I do believe.
Welcome to June with it's explosion of color.
I can't help just sharing flowers from my garden.
They are just amazing right now and
I am truly delighting in them.

Friday, May 23, 2014

A Memorial Weekend Wish

Peace by Amanda Bradley

Peace will come when people live
In friendship, side by side,
And cherish understanding
More than hatred, greed and pride.

Peace will come when people see
All people as the same,
And no one has to live in fear,
In ignorance, or shame.

Peace will come when people
Who are needy can reach out
For shelter, food, or love,
And no one has to do without.

Peace will come when people
Learn to listen and to care
About the rights and dignity
Of people everywhere.

Peace will come when love and trus
And kindness know rebirth,
And on that day all people
Will rejoice in peace on earth.

Searching for a poem to share for Memorial Day I found this.
I felt that PEACE was what we must remember.
A wish for PEACE,
a dream for PEACE,
and to remember those that fought for PEACE.

Happy weekend, dear friends 

photo taken near the Stone House 

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Stroll through my Garden

The first sightings of roses high above the trellis in the morning light.
 Lady banksiae 'Alba Plena' is the official name.
My "live-in gardener" says that Tucson, Arizona has the largest plant of this rose.
It is 40 feet long.   Now I learned something new this morning.
 In full bloom by the garden house.
 A new family residing here in the big tree.
 The roses almost ready to bloom,
but the rhododendron can't be beat for color.
 Can you see all the buds on the roses?
Soon there will be a profusion of color and delight.
Columbine tucked sweetly in a corner just waiting to be discovered.

moonbeams and whispers
earth blossoms and says hello
color bursts in smiles

Happy Spring time day to you, thanks for visiting my garden.

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Poem in Your Pocket

I meant to Do My Work To-day

I meant to do my work to-day-
But a brown bird sang in the apple-tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.

And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand-
So what could I do but laugh and go?
~Richard Le Gallienne

Today is Poem in Your Pocket Day.
Celebrate with a poem and come and play.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Some one came Knocking

From the quote last week, someone yelled and I went running.
Sorry I was gone, but now I am here.

Some one came knocking
At my wee, small door;
Some one came knocking,
I'm sure - sure - sure;
I listened, I opened,
I looked to left and right,
But nought there was a -stirring
In the still dark night;
Only the busy beetle
Tap-tapping in the wall,
Only from the forest
The screech-owl's call,
Only the cricket whistling
While the dewdrops fall,
So I know not who came knocking,
At all, at all, at all.
~Walter de la Mare
From Silver Pennies by Blanche Jennings Thompson (1940)

Friday, March 14, 2014

Spring is Not

Inspired by The Book of Stillmeadow by Gladys Taber

Spring is Not

Spring is not just daffodils blooming
Nor is it the earth coming alive
It is HOPE
It is the JOY of life
A time to dance
A time to celebrate
Oh yes, we survived the darkness of winter
Now let's dig in the garden
Pick flowers and Sing
Eat strawberries with ecstasy
And twirl in the moonlight
It is both a Delight and a Wonder
It is the whisper in my heart

Last reminder of the give away on last Friday's post.

Friday, February 28, 2014

A Friend for Tea

It's as simple as one, two, three.
Invite a friend for tea.
It might be simple
just to tipple,
but one, invite them
then two, make tea
and three, enjoy the pleasure of their company.

Such a simple concept, but how often do we do it?
Happy weekend, dear friends!
Invite a friend for tea.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014


Age speaks of wisdom
Youth dances in the sunshine
Vitality shines

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Monday's Quotes


Like Strands of Shining Tinsel

Like strands of shining tinsel,
Hope will ever weave
Through his sorrow, who remembers
Candles Christmas Eve.

His tongue will not grow bitter
Who learns in youth the glory
Of the old sweet Christmas carols
And the manger story.

Nor love and faith quite vanish
For one with memories
Of dreams come true on laden,
Star-tipped Christmas trees.

So fill the house with fragrance
Of cedar boughs, with laughter--
These are gifts a child heart
Will keep forever after.

~Edith Romig Fuller
Kitchen Sonnets

Friday, October 18, 2013

Haiku my Cow

The cows do gather
Surrounded by a grass field
Trees protect from rain.

Loved visiting this farm once upon a time.
Another form of poetry, haiku.
One I am just learning about and intrigued by.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

The Art of Poetry

With my love of words I ventured out just yesterday to a poetry reading.
The poet loves nature and all it's beauty, but I took notice
of a small book about China.
A few excerpts by Tom Crawford,

"From the wooden stool I watch him 
pound down the dough
then roll it out, sprinkle in chives,
Sichuan peppers, fold it over,
roll it out again.
Now he takes a black kettle from the stove
and offers me green tea.  Together
we sip from our cups and share
a hot shao bin he's torn in half."

"We have come here to be stalled
by our own green hearts, waylayed
by what's past, the way in crosshatched
and slow as the oldest painting,
the black buffalo small against the mountain
still pulls the whole country along
on a single plow
one hoof at a time.

As a young girl I thought all poetry had to rhyme.
Fascinated recently by poetry, I have come to appreciate many styles.
 I find writing and poetry are another form of art.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Tea Gathering Sunday

Once a month or more the Wu-Wo Tea Ceremony group meets for tea.
On the past Sunday afternoon we met on the lawn at the Hillsboro Public Library.
Normally I take a book of readings to share at the end of tea time.
This time the book was forgotten at home.
While I waited for the group to arrive I wrote my first haiku.

Thanks, David for the inspiration.
Thanks, Stephanie for the photo.
Thanks, group for listening to my first attempt.

Good library tea time
Cloudy skies do belie us
Today friends do share.

It was a lovely afternoon of tea.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Tea to Delight

Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the sky so high
Like a diamond in the sky.

They say diamond's are forever dear
They do delight and bring good cheer.

You know for me a cup of tea will delight.
For without my morning cup of tea I would be a fright.

Silly you may say, but true.
A cup or two for me and you.
Now stop and savor my delight.
For you know a cup of tea is what I like.

Happy weekend, dear friends.
May you have a cup of tea.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

The Calla Lily

The Calla Lily

The flow and movement of this graceful flower does enchant.
The curves sway to the music and dance.
It shines in the sunlight capturing my attention.
The romance of it takes my breath away.
The bridal veil it reminds me.
While secrets it enfolds.
It is present in my garden.
It is carried down the garden path.
Purity surrounds and tickles my heart with JOY.
Walk with me and we will discover secrets yet untold.
Laugh with me in bold DELIGHT and our day will sing in pleasure.
How do I love this simple flower, this calla lily so true.
It is truly in just NOTICING God's design for me and you.

May you notice what you notice each and every day!

Friday, April 26, 2013

April Raptures

No April Words

There are no words for saying
How wistful is the push
Of April through the budding
Of a lilac bush.

There are no notes for making
A little elfin air
Of new leaves on a willow;
No phrases to compare

With tapering blue hyacinths;
The first white butterfly;
With plum trees misted sudden
Silver on the sky. . .

One may only listen--
Hand at throat-to rapture
More lyrically lovely
Than my song may capture.

from Kitchen Sonnets by Ethel Romig Fuller

As April comes to an end what JOY's have been displayed in your part of the world?
I am totally enraptured by the pink blossoms, the sway of the daffodils, the clusters
of grape hyacinths, and the return of the robins song.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Making This World a Better Place

 Sleeping in the Forest

I thought the earth
remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds, I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees.  All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness.  All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom.  By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
by Mary Oliver

And in my waking hours I learned to believe
there was healing in the world.
There is the possibility of peace.
The healing of diseases such as cancer and MS.
In my heart I must believe and make the world a better place.
So this weekend I will be walking for MS and supporting my daughter in her healing.

Thanks for making this a better place, dear friends!
Happy weekend!