Mimi’s Tearoom & Cafe

Poet's Corner

tea cups saucers

Mimi’s tearoom shows well.
China tea cups, saucers intricate.
A symbol of yesteryear’s elegance.
Intriguing tea pots with petite, lid, tops.
100 loose teas one can try!

View original post 70 more words




I stood with my bare feet

in the autumn garden

waiting to catch the leaf that

floated in the air for a moment

before falling

on damp earth.

It was as though the tree held

its breath

before letting it go

-and it becoming part of the canvas atlast

in its sea of spotted golds, walnut browns,

and purple-plums.

I had picked up so many leaves

before this,

putting them in pretty painted vases,

or between pages of books.

or in uneven piles under the living room window

waiting to be preserved and


in vintage white wood.

It all seemed to be part of a plan

to hold on to fall a little longer

-to dismiss the thought of a sleepy landscape

and impending winter.

But soon

the leaves would get swept to the roadside

and the ones i had kept would crumble

before they could be hung behind glass

on faded yellow walls.

I thought i could paint a leaf somewhere.

On a bedroom window.



like the Spring leaf

Or yellow like autumn

in  O. Henry’s

The Last leaf.

Or perhaps

the windows would remain

blank for another year.

And the leaves would become a squirrel’s nest,

or a place for hiding peanuts.

until the snow came.

-By J. Hamilton


Trees shedding leaves

Along the road.

The sun

Shining on

Stretches of land.

Golden bales of hay

And freshly ploughed fields.

Painted white barns

Standing at the edge.


A backdrop of trees

Steeped in canary yellow, forest green

And wine.

On a chipped front door,

A wreath of acorns and pinecones

And below the front steps

A wicker chair

And a sleepy doggy

Curled up in it.

The sun touches its smooth black fur

With the heat of its lemon-tinged bands of light.

Beneath the chair,

A pile of unswept


And twigs

Brown and brittle. By J. Hamilton