Brewed in the morning’s gentle heat,
Iced tea, a day’s retreat.
Leaves steeped long, in patience’s hold,
A story in amber, quietly told.
Sweetened or plain, lemon’s kiss,
In every glass, a moment’s bliss.
Shadows dance in ice-filled cups,
Nature’s nectar, the day interrupts.
A southern porch, a rocking chair,
Iced tea in hand, a summer’s affair.
A sip, a pause, a cool respite,
In brewed shadows, day finds its light.