Join me for Jasmine Tea

My Dream House

Sometimes I build upon a hill

A little house of dreams,

With latticed windows, oaken floors

And old, old, smoky beams.

I furnish it from pewter bowls

And yellow handled broom,

To a chest of cherry wood

In the livingroom.

Its shakes are weathered silver-gray;

Its eaves are wide and low;

At dusk a copper kettle sings

And there is candle glow.

Then as I draw the jasmine tea,

It is your hand that knocks

On the blue door in its frame

Of crimson hollyhocks.

by Ethel Romig Fuller in the Kitchen Sonnets

Come join me for a cup of jasmine tea,
I will be waiting for your knock.
 The cup, why it will be a special one
just found for you to share.