28 March 2011

armbrosia

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:

Tim Keen said...

Good poem. A toast to the ponderosa peaks. A caw to friendship.

I enjoyed this very much.

http://timkeen40.wordpress.com

Tilly Bud said...

I enjoyed it too.

brenda w said...

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!!