A bottle of red wine shared in the evening
while sitting in our garden of Eden,
nibbling on tiny morsels of pungent cheese
as we murmur our hopes and dreams
sharing with each other in the sultry breeze
The air is heavy with the scent of herbs,
rosemary, thyme, oregano and mint
the lavender is blooming, weaving a hint
of its fragrant essence with the damp earth
while the roses are wilting and fading
with the coming of summer’s heat
The birds are singing from high in the mesquite
bright orange- red sun is sinking low and though
the obsidian night is coming, I want to savor peace
cherishing these tender moments, with eyes closed
creating watercolor memories for when we are old
Poets United Midweek Motif: Picnic
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Let’s have a Picnic Y’all!
The Reluctant Poet 