I am not sure I could live without my cup of tea.
amber to saddle in color,
steeped endlessly in my mug,
But, only of the black variety.
Herbals, Oolong, Green, Fruity,
none satisfy like the first cup of Black
in the morning light.
A remnant of my adolescence,
and middle age,
fixed with those who consumed beside me.
A friend that soothes with the nearly
tasteless bitterness that flows down my throat
and warms me from the inside.
No cream. No sugar. No Lemon. Black.
Hot preferred to Iced.
making the day better.
And, I am not even English!