Chickens & Silver Needle Tea

The curly

parsley and

dill sit

in a terracotta

pot reaching

for the sun. 

Chickens

sit

on the turquoise

wood

drinking the 

tea of

life. 

Tomato plants

dance

with basil

reminding

me of

hot

summer nights.

Visions of

the copper

ring

wrapped

around tan skin

make me blush.

I drift 

up into

the clouds

reminiscing of

youth

that comes

to pass.

Sentiment 

perching

on a bending 

branch

like a 

Songbird.

My biography

is a thick

pile of trees. 

The chapter

I adore

is the one

right now. 

Two

chickens

drinking 

Silver Needle

tea,

orbiting 

together.