The menu is simple yet elegant
Irish crystal paired with prestigious peaks
that soar above 14,000 feet but
are bare of winter snow.
Here on the table set for stars is
the season incarnate in
sweet roses of watermelon and
the last of the Palisade peaches.
Her vision is an emulsion of
old friends and new
seated in splendor
for fine dining In the deep woods.
The recipe is a good one, a keeper
for its complex flavors of laughter that turns to tears
of civility that simmers into the salacious
of a warm dusk reduction into a cool celestial night.
We bring the best of us
to be nourished body and soul
by the alchemy of midsummer
in the familiar bosom of proud Ponderosas
warmed by an eternal oak brush embrace.
It makes a pièce de résistance
ambrosial and ethereal as bubbles in champagne.
It was a fantastic event. Loved it all, especially connecting in person with you.
Love that word, ethereal.. 💗
Also, there were cows about..👍
Same here friend! The cows, yes. But they kind of crashed, didn’t they? 😉
Another poem of beauty and grace and good fellowship. I hope you come to Bardic Trails this Tuesday night and read it for us all
Just beautiful. I am moved and honored by your words ♥️
You are the magic maker–so glad you liked it and so grateful for you.