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.

 

 

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “Muscadine

Tell it like it is

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.