Together
A threesome,
a glass of wine, a dog and me.
Late evening, the moon is rising,
a yellow flowering
gilded by a fading sun.
Now we are five.
Wait, a hoot owl
has arrived, sun and moon
gleaming
within its wide-open eyes.
Together we are
one drinking party.
I raise my glass.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment