Muscadine

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

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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.