It’s been
months
since his last touch,
she stews
in sweet memory
As each new
sunshine
adds more
to long for

Winter’s
white velvety cloak
finally yields
to red balloons
smoked meats,
and opening of casks
upon first sighting
in the Foothills

Welcome Home

<>==========<>==========<>

It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse, and De (WhimsyGizmo ) challenges us to write poetry using the word balloon in a poem of 44 words, no more – no less,

dVerse ~ Poets Pub |  Quadrille #29

The Sunday Whirl | Wordle # 292
Sweet, Touch, Months, Adds, Sunshine, Stew, Cask, Red, Velvety, Smoke, Foothills, Long