Jasmine tea takes me back
to our honeymoon in San Francisco
when I was falling in love with everything…
The Japanese Tea Garden
surrounded by green, blooming with
wisteria, iris, and maple blossoms.
We sampled green tea, all flavors;
jasmine was my favorite.
We walked hand in hand,
called each other Mr. and Mrs.,
and felt the hope of a new path before us.Now in this time of quarantine,
someone said tea is good for you.
Who cares if it’s a hoax. I’ve heated the water,
dropped in a filtered circle of jasmine tea,
squeezed lemon from our backyard lemon tree,and sip the taste of San Francisco
Margaret Simon, draft
trying hard to remember
that love is enough.
Reflections on the Teche 
Margaret, I love how your poem evolved. Love is forever and the virus temporary. This is know. Thanks for sharing your words.
falling in love with everything….
As a hot-anything drinker, I do enjoy tea in the afternoon. This poem has so many double meanings. Remembering these moments of love will carry us through this.
Beautiful connection from then to now. Sometimes- when life gets tricky- it’s the memories of a better time that carry us through to the other side. Well done, and thank you .
What a beautiful poem! I’m glad you were inspired by Jasmine tea. Maybe I need to try some because I’d like inspiration to write tonight.
This is lovely, Margaret. What is it about the word “jasmine” that is so instantly evocative? These lines are almost unbearably sweet (in the best possible way!):
“We walked hand in hand,
called each other Mr. and Mrs.,
and felt the hope of a new path before us.”
You do such a masterly job of weaving together past and present here. Beautiful!
Ah. SO good. Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com