What is it of Summer that lives in iced tea?
Could it be clink of ice cubes, plopped in carefully?
The colour? The fragrance? That delicate brown,
Or the tangy sweet taste as we drink the glass down?
Condensation that pools and then falls in cold drips
Every time that you bring your full glass to your lips.
Whate’er the connection to sand, sea or sun–
The ritual of iced tea’s a wonderful one.
– 2009 Nancy J. Bond