Morning Tea

I’m waiting for Joy again.
She has been invited
for tea – and crumpets –
if she’d like to

visit my warm house
this morning. The sun
has already arrived, but
Joy is late; perhaps

the cold night was too
much for her. Tears
do not make tea; she
said she would come,

but her R.S.V.P.
was for the wrong day
so here I wait, considering
how very rude

such a pretty thing as Joy
can be, never arriving
on time, always bursting in
when I least expect her.

© Kelly Sauer (November 2, 2011)

By kelle | November 2, 2011 | from here, poetry |

6 thoughts on “Morning Tea”

  1. Megan Willome

    Oh, Kelly, this is perfect! What a delightful poem. Yes, Joy comes when we least expect her. But I’d come over for tea this morning if I happened to be in the neighborhood.

  4. Cindee Snider Re

    ohhh…bless you, Kelly! What a beautiful reflection on joy. She simply shows up at the most unexpected moments, and yet, I think it’s in the waiting, the watching, the hopeful expectation that we begin to truly see. Oh, how my heart needed these words today. What an unexpected blessing!

  5. Andrea

    How incredible your heart is … what balm to the heart.
    Thank you for sharing this with us. Mine was Christmas Spice Tea this afternoon. 🙂
    Blessings,
    Andrea