Time for Tea

vanilla and lemon

coaxed into the air

filling my space

with the scents of home

whirring cream creates

excessive berry stained frosting

purple and bright

entire cakes

made to fit in the palms of giants

tiny delicious victories

confirming

confronting

a life lived, loved and revelled in

revealing warmth in thought

hope, faith and patience

sing harmonies

that sometimes

baker’s hear

Letting Go of Intensity

I am the fire

I am the raging sea

but really all I want

is to sit calmly drinking tea.

 

I am the warrior

I am the Goddess

but really all I need

is a life quiet and modest.

 

I am the poet

I am the muse

but really what I crave

is a way to solve problems presented in the news.

 

Calm your fears, open your ears, sing of love, strike a balance.