Wine pours red from glass horns to ovals.
We settle into our chairs, to speak,
To listen, to eat and to dip bread.
Music comes from whispy drum sticks
And a rocker’s guitar.
The night stretches into languages,
New cooking shows and ideas.
We are new to all of this, yet we’re
Nothing but familiar.
December 21, 2011 at 10:39 am
Hi , I nominated and give you the Versatile Blogger award, because I enjoy visiting and reading your blog !
December 24, 2011 at 1:55 am
Thank you so very much for the nomination and award, it is greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading!