Dedicated to Linda Boyd
It is time to be seated for evening tea,
The silver’s well-polished and so are we.
With place cards discovered, genteelly we pose,
To chat with our neighbor–anticipation grows.
Admiring the silver tea service resplendent,
On table of linen, lace, flora festooned.
Disposition of peace transcendent,
To warmth and reception of hostess attuned.
Soft clinks of teacups on delicate plates,
Murmurs of pleasure with each dainty bite.
Shared tea and discussion satisfies pates,
Blessed with both fare and friendship this night.
Janice Webster Brown
[this poem is copyrighted and published, do not use without my express written permission]
My son and his wife recently attended an evening tea at the Fairmont Empress Hotel, in Victoria, BC, Canada. Our conversation about that event reminded me of many evening teas presented by a friend, Linda Boyd, for whom I wrote this poem.