Rosé-Colored Glasses

by Carolin Messier



It’s not the intoxication of the vintner’s craft
but the decision to cast off dreary thoughts
and answer the call of a friend’s invitation
to celebrate the longest day, that tints the view.

The cheerful song of goblets toasting summer
a sip of southern France on Puget Sound
and commiserating on life’s sadness and sorrow
the shared absurdity makes us smile, then laugh.

Held up to the fringed horizon of lavender peaks
the apricot glow, embers of late northern sun
passes through bowls of blushing wine and turns
the world from intolerance, to a cupped embrace.