Oh! colour me shades of cerulean blue,
and wipe smudges of despair and woe.
I whisper incantation amidst whistling
sleet and snow.
Gather toasted pecans with shortbread
cookies and add succulent red cherries;
a recipe, well-suited for igniting an old
Let worries vanish with scented smoke,
prepare apples and oranges for sangria
wine. I smiled, as he reached out to me
beneath pale moonlight.
Photo credits: myeasye
I chose to write inspired by ‘Words Count with Mama Zen’
Posted on Play it again @ Real Toads
also for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United