Instead of reaching for the stars,
I choose the gift of life,
Adam’s Ale,
Some rainwater cupped
In a flower-head,
To restore me.
So I reach down,
Tentatively,
And gently imbibe.
© Caro Ness 2015
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31 Thursday Dec 2015
Posted in poetry
31 Thursday Dec 2015
Posted in poetry
Instead of reaching for the stars,
I choose the gift of life,
Adam’s Ale,
Some rainwater cupped
In a flower-head,
To restore me.
So I reach down,
Tentatively,
And gently imbibe.
© Caro Ness 2015
Caro Field Author 
So delicate ❤
Gorgeous picture isn’t it Peter?
I meant your poem is delicate Caro. Actually, so is the picture since you’ve pointed it out. 🙂
Thank you Peter! That’s so lovely of you. Happy New Year to you.
Thanks you Caro, and I wish you a creatively fruitful 2016
Thanks so much🧡
So so sos so so so so beautiful! Gahhh, I wish I could write like this. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Thank you so much Elissa! How lovely of you to say. It makes this writer feel warm and loved!
Aww, no problem.