Whiskey Drinker's Sonnet – Colleen Keller Breuning

Whiskey Drinker’s Sonnet (Dark Sonnet #3) The winter sun fades out, no crimson glowAnd a wall of endless white is falling.As I shiver against the ice and snow…The bottle of Macallan is calling. Into cut glass, I pour liquid courage,A cascade of gold hope to see me through.North Star beckons, a trail to encourage…Just follow itContinue reading “Whiskey Drinker’s Sonnet”