Nov 13, 2012

Tea for Tuesday

It is wintry here in Idaho City. Although yesterday's snow is mostly a memory, the thermostat is calling for fleece blankets and hot tea. I thought this charming tea poem was apropos and, after all, my hubby is Pennsylvania Dutch. [Note: Greitje is Dutch for Gretel.]

From St. Nicholas, December, 1899.

Now Grietje from her window sees the leafless poplars lean
Against a windy sunset sky with streaks of golden green;
The still canal is touched with light from that wild, wintry sky,
And, dark and gaunt, the windmill flings its bony arms on high.
"It's growing late; it's growing cold; I'm all alone," says she;
"I'll put the little kettle on, to make a cup of tea!"

Mild radiance from the porcelain stove reflects on shining tiles;
The kettle beams, so red and bright that Grietje thinks it smiles;
The kettle sings—so soft and low it seems as in a dream—
The song that's like a lullaby, the pleasant song of steam:
"The summer's gone; the storks are flown; I'm always here, you see,
To sing and sing, and shine, and shine, and make a cup of tea!"

The blue delft plates and dishes gleam, all ranged upon the shelf;
The tall Dutch clock tick-ticks away, just talking to itself;
The brindled pussy cuddles down, and basks and blinks and purrs;
And rosy, sleepy Grietje droops that snow-white cap of hers.
"I do like winter after all; I'm very glad," says she,
"I put-my-little-kettle-on-to-make-a cup-of-tea!"

~Helen Gray Cone


1 comment:

  1. 'ello love ~ I'm just finishing a 'cuppa'.

    I've gone from brewing loose tea in a fancy pot covered in a cozy, to a tea bag in my tall travel mug with hot water from the sparklers cooler. Not a pretty picture, but the end result is tha same. Sorta (:

    Stay warm. xo


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