Front porch
Sunset
Sipping merlot alone and thinking of you.
A toast
To hope, love
and dreams that can come true.
Clink.
Empty glass
Full moon
Contemplating life, love and possibilities.
A smile.
More merlot; sip, gulp.
Hoot owls, crickets, rustling trees.
Sigh.
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My inner poet begs to be set free. Some of these musings are old, some are new; some observed, others lived. Enjoy.
1 comment:
Oh I really like the simply sweet tone of this poem!
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