Lazy Sundays
Memories of garden walks
Primrose paths, intimate talks
A coin tossed wishfully in a fountain
Gazing up at snow-capped mountains...
Lazy Sundays in our reading chairs
Sunset, sipping tea in our town square
The glow of ruddy cheeks twilight demarcates
A last toast to Friendship ~ to sow and cultivate
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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