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Hot-Air Balloons

Tonja E. Betts
Apr 15, 2021

Photo by ian dooley on Unsplash

Polychromatic marionettes
pinned to the horizon —
daybreak welcomes these charmers.
They witness the distant valley:

a swelling population of
floppy brims and sandal straps
promenading through Old Town
(a fusion of rural and refined),

dropping a pretty penny at antique shops,
swathing in aromas of musky tobacco
and funnel cake, adhering to each inhale;
Farmers market across the lot.

Mesmeric mountains lend their trails
to intrepid dirt bikers and coyotes.
Teeing grounds are requisite.
Winters are fiction.

Vines and wines are the jewels!
Horses relax to soft strokes.
Folks under the sunset host a
toast to the taste of Temecula.

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Tonja E. Betts
Tonja E. Betts

Written by Tonja E. Betts

Scrabble addict, enthusiastic tea drinker, perfume bottle collector, Prince music lover, poesy paronomasia-ist, happy mom.

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Vines and wines are the jewels!
Horses relax to soft strokes.
Folks under the sunset host a
toast to the taste of Temecula.

Beautiful, thank you so much for sharing Tonja