Muscadine

It’s Tale Weaver over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and the prompt is evening.


Twilight eases in

as if someone secretly

draws our window shade

lower

                 and

                           lower

and

                                     lower.

 

Fireflies wink their

flirty winks and the sky

lets a few stars peek out

 

a hint of magnolia

caresses the air; the moon

rises like bread dough

in the slow, sultry near-breeze.

 

Another sip of Muscadine

And I can just about feel

Your hand holding mine.

 

 

 

 

 

Author: The Abject Muse

Susan Marie Shuman is an author and freelance writer/editor who currently resides in the wilds of Birmingham, AL. She shares her life with four spoiled cats, several friends (not all of them imaginary) one husband and one step-son. When she's not working, Susan enjoys horseback riding, reading, taking her cats for a spin in their pet stroller, and taking naps. An ex-bartender, recovering crash test dummy and all-around late bloomer, Susan graduated from the University of South Alabama in 2004 with a BA in English. She minored in Russian. Long-range goals include visiting Israel, the Czech Republic and Liechtenstein. Susan is also planning to launch a micronation which would be called either Suzannistan or Eastern Suzanorovia.

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