Dedicated to Linda Boyd
It is time to be seated for evening tea,
The silver's well-polished and so are we.
With place cards discovered, genteelly we pose,
To chat with our neighbor--anticipation grows.
cream and lemon curd readied,
Scones browned in the oven, aromas waft in.
Delight laden trays and dishes steadied,
Signs that our repast soon will begin.
the silver tea service resplendent,
On table of linen, lace, flora festooned.
Disposition of peace transcendent,
To warmth and reception of hostess attuned.
clinks of teacups on delicate plates,
Murmurs of pleasure with each dainty bite.
Shared tea and discussion satisfies pates,
Blessed with both fare and friendship this night.
Janice Webster Brown
[this poem is copyrighted and published,
do not use with out my express written permission]