Hot Tea – An Echo Verse
A poem by Lois Perch Villemaire

Hot Tea – An Echo Verse 

She lit a candle to inhale, 
pale—scents of caramel and vanilla burn, 
yearn—for a flickering flame as the sun faded, 
shaded—in the late afternoon. 

Moon—rising she brewed a cup of hot tea
quietly—not her regular routine, 
unseen—images hazy in the late fall, 
recalled—when she shivered without warning. 

Scalding—hot tea brought thoughts of her mother, 
another—memory stacked high on the table, 
unable—to choose from an assortment of flavors, 
savors—tea bags still stored in her round tin. 

About the Author:

Lois Perch Villemaire is the author of “My Eight Greats,” a family history in poetry and prose. Her work has appeared in such places as Blue Mountain Review, Ekphrastic Review, One Art: A Journal of Poetry, Pen In Hand and Topical Poetry. Anthologies, including I Am My Father’s Daughter and Truth Serum Press – Lifespan Series have published her memoir and poetry. Lois lives in Annapolis, MD, where she enjoys yoga, researching family connections, fun photography, and doting over her African violets.

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