Wine

Drunk Confessions

I’m not entirely sure if it’s you I love
Or just the feeling of being in love.
Is it the taste of red wine
Or its mild woozy…

Glass of Glee

A poem

Wine is the glass 
of glee 
for me 
you see
I drink it happily!

Joy

A poem

I find Joy
in the little things, 
not so much in riches 
or what money brings.

A View from my Bedroom Window

Cotton candy clouds of purple 
slowly fade to pink.
As the sun sets on the horizon 
the moon begins to peak.