Loot underfoot, Wells

Fargo bins—juniper wind,

A shower of gin.

Inside the bottle

A thief! Cabernet hits me

Takes my broken dreams.

Little red mushrooms

On rain-softened wood, gracing

The old cedar deck.

Distant thunder stirs

Twigs green with moss, a toad sits

Bewitched by lilac.

only you, my rose

more beautiful everyday

it will not wither

Though the fairy tale

turned out to be a farce,

I learned my lessons.

When did we kill love?

It was the day you confessed

infidelity.

Your fragrance takes me

to places I’ve never seen.

Rapturous bouquet!

You- an open wound.

It scabbed but my mind picked it.

I bleed for you still.

Dinner relished, I

lean back, full and contented,

bathed in the sun's warmth.