And ther's a hand, my trusty friend, And gie's a hand o' thine

[butterflydreaming]

Winter is the chilled glass flute
and friendship is the champagne tune
bubbling up in celebration.

May we drink a toast together
to a season filled with love

this sweet vintage
this effervescent song

and welcome the future
intoxicated.

Have a Happy Turning of the Calendar!
And this, nipped from llynecat:

~Reply to this post, and I'll tell you one reason why I like you.~

Edit: The sparkle effect looked really pretty... {is sad}.

Comments

[shellyinseattle.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, this must be post-post modern poetry, since it shows up as all blacked out lines as if censored with only the spacing showing.

[butterflydrming.livejournal.com]

It was sparkling when I posted it... {dismayed}