It takes three minutes to brew black tea.
English breakfast, china mug,
steam lifting lazy from the spout
in a long, spiral stretch,
my own arms raised from the blanket
for the glass bottles stowed up top
just waiting for autumn and wind falls.
When The Apple Trees Shake Loose – A Poem By Carol J Forrester #DVersePoets
Carol J Forrester 
I can really feel the strain to raise from the bed when it has to be done in darkness (as it already starting to be)…
My other half doesn’t get up until after me, so I find it even tougher when I’m leaving him to enjoy the warmth and cosiness without me.
I like the contrast in the phrase “English breakfast, china mug.”
Not intentionally unfortunately. Tea always tastes best out of a thin lipped china mug, and English Breakfast tea is the only one I like that much. Earl Grey is a bit too floral for my taste, and Assam is a bit overpowering. We won’t even mention herbals.
Someone who understands my own anticipation for the flavors of Fall. 🙂
Apples and cinnamon will always be one of my favourite smells. Just the thought makes my mouth water.
I baked an apple cake yesterday, flavored with cinnamon, and the house smelled SO good!
I’m really quite envious. I’ve never attempted apple cake, have you got a recipe you could recommend?
Oh, there are so many different kind of apple cake. . .I’m not sure where the recipe I use came from. I ‘ll try to find a link. It’s very easy.
I really like this–like a video of those moments, the rising from the covers and the reading for the autumn tea flavors. I can feel the chill in the air.
Thank you
I can just feel and taste that first cup of tea, Carol! I usually have mine around six; I let the cats out and watch the morning light creep across the garden. I love the alliteration on ‘l’, a lolling sound, in the line ‘steam lifting lazy from the spout’. Sadly, the wind has removed the last apples from our trees. We still have a few quinces quite high up that just won’t fall!
All the apples have dropped now, though we’ve not had the normal hoard that the neighbour gives us. It’s a lovely gift each year, but a bit too much to try and work with before the windfalls start to rot. Hence the bottles that only get used once a year.
I like the way everything reaches up in this poem, until the end, when everything is falling back to earth. Lovely sense of movement.
I’m glad somebody else uses a teapot.
Yes, ahem, totally planned.
I have a few teapots, but recently invested in a cute glass pot with a loose leaf strainer.
I’m wondering what’s in the bottles you’re reaching for that are just waiting? I like how you describe the tea brewing with the wispy heat rising.
They’re currently empty. I normally make non-alcoholic spiced apple cider in the autumn.
Aha! The title should have told me.
I get warm cozy feelings about this. Here’s to warm tea!
That’s good to hear, indeed, to warm tea and nice biscuit to boot.
I so love your way with words, Carol! You have a natural inclination toward gorgeous, deeply honest and heart-stirring imagery. ❤️
Wonderfully presented work, Carol. I’m a coffee guy in the morning, but I loves me some Lapsng Souchong while I write before bed.
Write On!
I like the images of steaming tea with the blanket here. A nice poem for the season!
The thought of a warm cup of tea blanketing me in its warmth….nice!
What a lovely image of waking up to a cup of tea: the Shangri-la of a cold autumn morning! I can go for that, but give me American Breakfast tea 🙂
Conundrum: cozy blanket or steaming tea?
I love my morning cup of tea! It’s the only way I can prize myself out of bed on cold, dark mornings. A lovely poem of Autumn and Winter’s approach.
a vivid vignette of morning
Completely agree about the china mug. None of that fat-lipped stuff for delicate tea. A really lovely poem.
a soothing image (K)
Love this – my idea of luxury!
Just in time – we expect a bit of cold weather later this week. Wonderful poem.