Winter is the perfect time to snuggle up under a blanket with a hot cup of tea or mug of cocoa and read some poetry. Winter poems often have the most wonderful sounds to them, mirroring the swish of snowflakes and the jingling of bells. Take a moment during your teatime this week to be quiet and listen. Hear the whisper of a snowflake settling on your glove, the crunch of ice under your boots, the tap of icicles melting onto the back porch on a bright blue winter afternoon.
By Angela Awald
Poetry tea time, also known as poetry-in-pajamas at our house, has become my secret weapon in celebrating each of my children’s unique interests. In a family of our size, it’s easy to see how individual children could get swallowed up into the whole of six. No longer individuals but just part of the group, the crew, the kids. But one intention I’ve always set forth and challenged myself to uphold, is to honor and celebrate each and every one of my children. Often.
We had a My Side of the Mountain poetry tea (just finished the book and we're almost done with the Arrow). We had chocolate frogs, pumpkins seeds, "sams" salmon sandwiches, apple scones, berries, raspberry cookies, carrot cake, and in the white cups was sassafras tea!