Days of Wine and Roses
A poem
A poem
Her fiery exclamation of wrath and disdain
mask a harvest of barren regrets,
while a few tears soften seared vision
and are absorbed in the scent
and murmur of the night
Scars of rancour and remorse
only add to the hinted sweetness of the challenge,
and the deep and solemn purple
of this summer night is reflected
in the pendulous eyelids of sleep