Tea steam – I risk daze-distraction. Pot-brewed,
warm. Loose leaf. Pottery pot, hand made, wood
fired. Warm in my hands. Earthen mug. Tactile.
Warm in my throat. Warm. In me. My plants’re
waking up. Spring April day. My berries
growing shoots, little leaves – greengage blossom,
damson flowers. My grass is long. Doesn’t
matter – beetles love long grass. Guests who’re
good for the garden. Apple buds, tufty,
white – swollen with cooker promise. This year
I’ll make chutney, sauce, jam. I’ll bottle, freeze,
Pickle, preserve. This year. Tea sip. This year.