ROG List Tea Haiku Challenge



eggshell thin, our cups
protect jasmine scented needs.
Sip slowly -  and sigh....




Smiling you pour tea.
"Sugar?" you ask, passing me
a cup of your desire.



Steam rises and scents
hovering wings of desire -
fly closer, shy one.




Snowflakes dance and melt
above the steam of your cup.
I rise to join them.




Steam amidst the snow.
Tasting cold and bitter brew -
I seek scents of hope.




My cup sits empty.
Eyes engaging, your hand pours.
Am I worth your best?




The steamed brew you served -
tempting.  Put aside,
leaves begin to sink.