A Bubbly Dream

On a sleepy afternoon

feeling rested in the hollow

an idea came to me

a celebration to follow

Opening a bottle of wine

petillant bubbles flowing

feeling them in my throat

my skin is glowing

Such delight

imagining myself in a French cafe

swaying to music

a perfect day

Rain begins to drizzle

there is a freshness in the air

beginning to feel tipsy

colorful bubbles with a flair

Exquisite wine

feel like joining the wind

high above the trees

freedom till the end

Back in the hollow

awakening from the dream

glass is empty

time to walk by the stream

Home now

day turns to night

the wine is gone

but the stars are bright

copyright 2023 Debbie Pierce


  1. I wish I had read this in the evening instead of morning as I wouldn’t mind a glass of bubbles after reading a fab poem Debbie. Thanks for joining in πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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