Featured in the 2014 Fall Issue of Rambunctious
Green Honey Tea Colin Howe, '16 I lay on my bed today Its vibrant green fibers greeted my back With an elastic embrace Tiny beads of water bounced about Hopping crickets in the heat of August My ceiling flutters in the wind Singing melodies green of melancholy Dreaming of the dreary days When it could sip the sunlight. A pitcher of honey-laden tea My windows are filled with faces They rest in an assortment of emotion And colors, all different shades, nodding in unison like a baseball novelty I can almost taste their sweetness on my tongue