Beloved Moonshine
Meeting the storm with a kiss
Oblivious to what we will miss
The wind like the way snakes hiss
Country roads dusty
The put put of a tractor hasty
What she said so nasty
Ripples at surface lever
Where moon shine sever
The thoughts of dark nights ever
When the taste of sugar is sweet
And the taste of honey to eat
Let the colours of treacle meet
For moonshine lifts
The beloved with winding hearts
To taste to see the bloomed roses
© gillena cox 2026
Gillena, wonderful imagery! 💙
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by, Punam
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Nice write Gillena 👏
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your beloved moonshine, Gillena, especially the thought of ‘meeting the storm with a kiss’ and letting the ‘colours of treacle meet’.
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