Cakes and Tea – Kathleen’s Blog

    Garments   Early sunlight falls on crystal Like grace descending on a bride. The spider spreads her silver thread Over the clean pine,

My husband Wayne and I have always wanted to visit Okinawa. His father, Kiyoshi Higashi was stationed in Okinawa with U.S. Army Intelligence during the

  Summer’s River   Summer’s River runs clear and lovely Over pied pebbles, Through shallows where jeweled trout Sleep in the sweet afternoon, Past reeds

  On a May morning, The brown birds are loud in the pines And the first cool breath of summer Touches the rose petals. Just

  TreechangeAt this second, The oak is as still As an emerald, undiscovered Deep in dark pockets of rocks. Not a leaf moves, Though the

  The Dream of Spring I look through a keyhole in a dream, And there is my father, eyes closed In meditation. Is he listening

  February’s full Moon rules the sea; golden light Animates each wave. ​ Readers who wander through “The Tea Book†on this website, myteaplanner.com, will

​On the highway, the Alley, the sea wall and the Beach, all night, fireworks. Every New Year begins with loud noises and fireworks. This frenzy

  Snow Geese   Snow Geese glide on midnight currents Like a constellation in the sky-dark waves, Each a feathery messenger twinkling white, Each a

  Persimmon Bread Nobody bakes Persimmon Bread in the spring, Or in the summer for that matter. Persimmons are autumn’s glorious gift, The last free

  At Last   Sudden rain falls through October’s lingering plumeria blossoms, Turning in twilight’s trade winds. The sidewalks shine in the streetlight’s wet glow,

  ​September can surprise us. In areas with a traditional four-season climate, such as Canada and the Northern United States, September can bring the first

  On the green island, The first pink peonies bloom; The azaleas fade. ​This month we will say a wistful sayonara to our summer interlude

  The round red sun, like The Japanese flag, glows through Osaka’s dense smog. ​ Our recent adventures in Japan began in Osaka and the

  Oleander Nights   Darkness settles after eight, Shifting the oak leaves into Shadowy clouds. The evening star is out, And below it, a star-like

  ​In bright May sunlight, A fragrant yellow rose blooms By the chain link fence. ​ May is a busy and joyful month with lovely

  ​The air turns humid As snails slide through the twilight Under the lilacs.   With the dove’s last call, The full moon’s dazzling light