That lovely clear glass <br />Filled with summers <br />Sunny tea <br />Now iced, sweet <br />And chilled <br />A liquid requirement <br />Summoned by <br />Parched <br />And broken hearts <br />Once so clear <br />And light <br />Now opaque <br />In broken-ness <br />Meekly reaching out <br />For re-fresh-ments <br />And Promises <br />New life<br /><br />Debora Short<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sun-tea/
