The crows called out.
Chilled souls.
Merlot and bordeaux
fire glass burning
in the billowing
Bozeman white.
A toast to
ponderosa peaks!
A caw to
friendship!
Glasses raised high,
we sauntered streets
bellies warmed
palates charmed
arm in arm
brosia.
3 comments:
Good poem. A toast to the ponderosa peaks. A caw to friendship.
I enjoyed this very much.
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I enjoyed it too.
Thank you Tim for stopping by. Your writing looks interesting, I'll take a gander when I'm not on the go.
Tilly, Thanks! I found your poetry site, too. Nice!!
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