Of Roses and Rosé

Sixty-seven degrees of sunshine beat down on a single straw hat

The rosé threw rainbows, dangling from five long fingers

The breeze, tired of tossing nothing but silly leaves, entertained itself with the hem of my skirt

And I looked both ways before hopping the fence

Nature will always take back what was rightfully hers

And these stairs are no exception

Ten feet up and the sweetness permeates the air

Twenty feet up and the headiness plays tricks

Thirty feet up and the roses arch their eyebrows

Staring bold-faced

Sizing me up

Like Alice down the rabbit hole, I curtsied, clumsily

Saying "How do you do?"

In clear unison they replied "Charmed I'm sure"

And I knew we understood each other

At least for today

Although tomorrow may be another story