Sundown over Lake Baringo:
A Birthday Sonnet
The sun sank down through alcoholic drink.
We talked as those high on chilled white wine tend
To do. Her warmth, though, wasn’t just a pink
Of bubbly (or twilight Pimm’s), but a blend
Of purest, dulcet intelligence, clear
Like sun-struck gin, like sangria, healthy
In its gentle heat, traveling past a drear,
Old man’s heart, making the weary wealthy.
She dreams in music of the sweep of Spain
Behind that noble forehead and bright eyes.
Her face is an empress banishing pain
When it pours out its smile, her royal prize.
..This Katie is so generous and sweet
….She makes the need for sunset obsolete.