Toasting Our Love
There is a light breeze as the sun looks on
Sitting low on the horizon day almost gone
Clouds parade by like floats on Christmas Day
Front row seats to this dramatic life play
I swirl the wine, red sparkles in the glass
Swishing a bit and then swallowing alas
Tension diffuses as wine takes slow affect
Dusk speaks like an old friend motives unchecked
The song of cicadas echo in refrain
Glass raised and I slowly sip again
Bravo, I cheer at the end of this tale told
I’ll cherish these moments and the memories they hold
Sitting on this porch with you by my side
Warmed by the fire your friendship provides
Soaking in the last rays from up above
Tinging our glasses and toasting our love
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Author:
MDStone (
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A lovely poem of companionship and its comfort. Although could be literal I take metaphor from this with evening being the end of life. Peaceful, calming and satisfying.
As with having the companionship of a loved one the evening is also satisfying and calming, very enjoyable read
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