Beneath sheltering trees
red rose lips touch mine
as a curious mockingbird sings
to gentle falling rain

In our secluded refuge
there is no lingering pain
only you and me again
as we savor lush ruby wine
and lie in a bed of leaves

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse: Quadrille #125 In Praise of the Grape

Author’s Note: I am hosting today at dVerse and we are writing a quadrille, a form created by dVerse comprised of 44 words exactly, excluding the title. Today’s word is WINE- come join us! The pub opens at 3PM EST.

57 Comments on “Refuge

  1. Wonderful use of sound in the first stanza, Linda, and what a lovely place to savour wine. 😉 I love the photograph – so green.

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