Poetry Wednesday 78

When the weather turns cold and gloomy I’m ready to be “Here, There, Anywhere”

“Here, There, Anywhere”

Sand, saltwater beach

Tropical drink in my hand

Ocean time is nearby

 

Mountain views abound

Wine, ‘shine on a fruited plane

Hike along the trail

 

Time away from here

Relaxation and rest

Vacation needed

© Ryan Stroud 2019