I lay dreaming of an Indian Summer,
while greedily gulping last sips;
of my dying martini. An ecstasy
took over, with a stranger’s kiss.
As hemlock faded, here was an
Indian Summer once again.
Indian Summer
I lay dreaming of an Indian Summer,
while greedily gulping last sips;
of my dying martini. An ecstasy
took over, with a stranger’s kiss.
As hemlock faded, here was an
Indian Summer once again.
beautiful and erotic: both poem and pic —
Thanks John, today instead of making coffee for myself I started my day with Martini… it’s very cold here!
very sensible; cool here now after a string of hot, humid weather; I like how your poem suggests so much in so few words 🙂
I’m glad you enjoyed the poem… make yourself a fav drink and enjoy the cold.
James Bond meets Socrates.
Martini meets hemlock.
Well I guess that’s one way to encounter an Indian summer.
Great thoughts as always. I just started my day with a Martini today, tired of drinking coffee and ginger teas to beat the cold. I look like a grandma with heaps of clothes and ginger teas… so I tried to have sensuous morning 🤪🤪
Woah. Refreshing.
You seem to be in a different mood. Sips and kisses. For a change something less serious from your pen.
Your thoughts are finally on vacation, if you aren’t 😉
Thank you 🙏 it’s very cold here, so I thought to start a day with a good drink. So these words oozed after that…. Instead of a coffee, it was martini.
Oh. Not a bad idea. Enjoy the chills. Roll up in cushy blanket with a good book and lots of coffee or martini 😉
I’m trying to do that, I’ve sprained my right wrist a month ago. Since then I’m only resting…
Will mail you a simple exercise. It works well for recovery. If you can share any mail id
That will be great, I’m gonna share my mail.
Cool.
Maybe all those dying plants are drinking martinis and sipping hemlock… Fading fast into the last warmth of summer.
Very nicely done.
Dwight your comment is a beautiful poem in itself. Sitting here in cold, I’m dreaming of summers.. hence the martini and the hemlock. Thank you so much for your wonderful comment, truly appreciate it!
You are welcome!
Thank you. A good collaboration! :>)
Guess you have to mix those martini’s with the ‘good’ hand.
Lovely poem Tanya, stay warm
True Eddie, it was an exceptionally cold day, hence the poem and the martini. I appreciate your lovely comments. Take Care
you’re welcome Tanya, need another?
Sure why not 🙂
Very good
Thanks for your kind words, appreciate it ❤️💐
I do love the Indian Summer. A wonderful poem shared dear Tanya. I wrote a new series of poetry today. About a painting and a writer. I will post in the morning. My two grandchildren are keeping me busy this evening.
Thanks John for sharing your thoughts. Nothing better than dreaming about summer in chilly-cold winters. I’m gonna check out your poems. I’m sure your having a blast with your grandchildren….
I will write later this afternoon. You were my muse. You are welcome dear Tanya.
Sounds perfect 🤩
It is a series of poetry. A communication of two people. Grandchildren need attention.
Sounds very interesting. I can understand John I’ve a 5 year old at home, I get what you are saying. Take your time 🙂
I have five grandchildren. They keep me hopping dear Tanya.
🙂
“Indian Summer” the Doors 🤗🤗
Lovely song dear! I need Indian summer, it’s too cold out here. My bones are cracking…
Yes, coldest time of rhe year in Toronto ❄️❄️❄️