By late afternoon the air is cooling, so we take our wine to the garden to enjoy the shade of the velvet Mesquite. The sentinel of our backyard, it stands over 30 feet high. This is the time it begins to bloom with dense clusters of tiny pale yellow flowers on pendulous spikes.
I’ve prepared a plate of Boursin cheese slathered on crackers. One bite appetizers topped with thin sliced radishes plucked from our fertile earth. There is a soothing breeze strong enough to stir the clapper of the bronze Soleri bell. The birds join in with their melodic chirps. From high on her pedestal, Venus presides over us. Love lives here.
golden petals drift
clink of wine glasses ringing-
sunset comes too soon
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Haibun Monday- That Picnic