Dream About Tea II

Two cacti stand sentry,
Spines gently bristling
Along hazy windows.

The sunlight is in our eyes,
And in the leaves
That dance and skim
On a square table between us.

Green tea leaves
In my glass mug
Unfurl like
So many sails
On the calm
Of an open sea.

Sniffles, congestion
Of yet another fall cold
Are easily forgotten
In the ample sunlight
Of Dream About Tea.