Fair Isle sweater
Fair woman fine
Torn up love letter
Red Bordeaux wine
Heart patterns in the sky
Sapphires for her eyes
Red velvet, soft caress
Jean jacket with a dress
Lessons where she's sitting down
I stand behind her arms around
Her, as I help to guide her hands
Mesmerized, I cannot stand
Lemon verbena in the air
Brie, Raclette, Anjou pear
Fragrant zephyr, apprehend
Time stand still, dream don't end
With autumn’s footfall starting to fade away
came November when it was time to visit USA,
where my elder daughter and her family lived,
to be with them for a special day to be celebrated.
When the gentle winds whistled through the trees,
the burst of colors blazed their defoliated canopy,
the amber leaves whispered in the chill of crisp air,
reminding us it was the awaited Thanksgiving time.
Moonbeam saturated the satin sky with silky shine,
sprayed silver dust inside through the window glass.
The rows of candles on the sills displayed dazzling art,
lighting up the sparks of excitement in our heart.
Room-full of wafting smell of freshly roasted turkey,
laced with the odor of sizzling potato and apple pie,
crystal glasses filled to the brim with Bordeaux wine,
allured us to dine together, sharing the joy of the night.
In the gleam of the twilight hour as I walk the last mile,
I travel down the memory lane to that distant night,
feel grateful for the bliss as a boon of God’s blessing,
and I thank Him for I know it was He who gave it to me.
November 13, 2020
Contest : Thanksgiving
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
Came November, it was time to visit USA,
where my daughter and her family stay,
to be with them to celebrate the special day
when autumn’s footfall came softly all the way.
When gentle wind whistled through the trees,
colors burst to flames through their canopy,
amber leaves whispered in rustle of rhyme,
reminding us it was the Thanksgiving time.
Moonbeam drenched the silk sky in a flush,
sprayed silver dust through the window glass.
The panes lined with candles displayed dazzling art,
lighting the sparks of joy in our heart.
Room filled with the smell of roasted turkey,
mixed with flavor of sizzling potato and apple pie,
crystal glasses full to the brim with Bordeaux wine,
allured us to be together in the special night to dine.
As I see in the twilight hour the day’s glitter wane,
I travel to that night down the memory lane,
feel grateful for the treat as God’s blessing windfall,
and thank Him for it was He who I know gave it all.
November 3, 2019
Contest : Thanksgiving Memory
Sponsor : Regina Riddle
I am an aged dusky man,
like a bottle of Bordeaux wine,
The older am I,
The Stronger my tipsiness,
I am packed in old Jeroboam bottle;
May be in old filthy bottle,
Yet soul is fresh vigorous,
inebriating wine;
My soul is prisoner under cork,
Once is released,
gravity is at height;
Squirt my wetty aroma,
exhilarates all for fun;
My body may break or perish,
Even may leave me helpless,
Yet am Bordeaux wine, loved by all,
They all know, more the older am I,
More the tipsiness I have;
I am an aged dusky man,
like a bottle of Bordeaux wine;
© Sadashivan Nair.
The last rose of summer is rapidly fading on the vine.
'Twas once as brilliant as a splendid claret Bordeaux wine.
Alas, autumn frosts hath wrought their deadly sting.
Thankfully, another will bring me pleasure come next spring!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
I set the table, place for one
Pour the wine, cork undone
Filet mignon, to perfection done
Topped with greens, and a sauce of rum
The evening sets, as it always had
A gourmet meal, aint so bad
I make a toast to the other side
As silence waits, I must abide
As I hold my glass
Of Bordeaux wine
I dare to wish but for one more thing
In darkened silence, the phone to ring
Soufflé simply will not do
There is no sweet without you
The perfect meal evades me still
The evening fades into a chill
Sleep evades my dreamy mind
And in the haze of wishful thoughts
Dinner was served
With a Kiss
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