With a splash
That leaf laden infuser
Sinks down
With a clink
As more and more colours
Seep out with each blink

Under a haze of rising steam
That water becomes something
Truly supreme
It turns onto tea
To quote Aristotle on virtue
It is the best path to take, truly the mean

And I mean,
It tastes great
One of the great conspiracies of fate
To make this thing
So enjoyable
And delicious

It goes well with any view
And does some nice things
Inside of you
It’s worst consequence
An extra trip
To the loo

That cup is now empty
Layers of stain
Mark your sip by sip time line
I suggest to you
A good tea can be
As fine as wine


Dave James Horn ©


I’ve Forgotten How You Like Your Tea


I’ve forgotten how you like your tea
I used to make you one every day
I think you had sugar
I would have called you crazy

I have forgotten how you like your tea
But I still remember your smile
The light in your eyes
And it makes me happy

I think about where you are
What you might be doing
I know you’ll still love food
What delicacies have you been chewing?

I no longer think of you everyday
But when I do
It still makes me happy
In the nicest way

I still hear your voice
Though I see in pictures
Your hair is different now
You always make a bold choice

I have forgotten how you like your tea
I am looking forward to seeing you
Making you a brew
But you’ll have to remind me

Dave James Horn ©

Wet Winter Days

Sounds reach my ears
And beyond the steam
Rising from my cup
I see
The clouds shed
Their life giving tears

The gutters are transformed
Into flowing rivers
By islands if moss adorned
Such is the joy of rain
In this moment
Not one day of summer is mourned

I sit here by my tea warmed
As the radio crys
Pop stars so tragically forlorn
I just smile
It does the soul good
A wet Winter day once in a while

Dave James Horn ©

Stop And Take A Sip

The other evening as I meditated
Left a castle dark and ill fated
Got in the meadow
Felt the sun
And saw another shadow
Alongside my one
Get out here into the light
My name’s Dwight
And I’ve got a message
I think you’ll like

I’ll admit I was confused
A second go I was on a chair
And now there’s all this fresh air?
Anyway I found our Dwight
Sat down with him
And saw a sight I did like
A teapot boiling over a fire
We sat and silence ruled
Eventually I had to ask
What tea is that

The tea itself is less important
He said like the sensai from Karate Kid
Its all about how you use it
You see
Thoughts tumble and whirl
Life’s events seem
To rapidly unfurl
Its annoying at best
But our dear inner peace
These things can test

So stop
Just for a bit
Stop and take a sip
Take it slowly
This thing is mindful
Don’t take it quick
From choosing the tea
Through to giving that cuppa
A second to simply be

Let that whirlwind whirl on
Savour the cup
And enjoy be still
I’m certain you’ll find it
A much greater thrill
When you loose your balance
Just stop and take a sip
When you get anxious
Just stop and take a sip
When you get pissed off
Just stop and take a sip

Ending out if character
He looked at me
You get me?

Time For Tea

The kettle boils
Signalling the end
Of recent toils
Time for tea!
A dear one calls
And from all around they descend

Just one cup of tea
Is the source of such glee!
A time to rest and share
Make it herbal
And it’s even healthy
Hearts, minds and bodies on the mend

That is the beauty of tea
Rooted in simplicity
It has such capacity
To bring happiness and laughter
A good old catch-up
Or debrief post disaster

Seemingly infinite in it’s forms
A good tea pot
Every house should adorn
Bring out an infuser
And you’re stepping
Into tea porn

Just hot water
Dried leaves
Perhaps milk
But add sugar
And you’re
Of a bad ilk

But that is tea’s beauty
Who am I to prescribe or judge
Infinite forms
And infinite variations
We all have our particular
Tea related fixations

A shared experience
Your unique expression
For times good
For times bad
Tea is a gift and tool
Bring life whatever it would

David James Horn ©