My love is red
Yes, I’m alive. Things at the office have been busy, as I’m trying to get a lot of work done before the upcoming holiday weekend. Mmm, weekend. I’ll be out of the office on Labor Day and the following day as well, which is great. But for now, it’s nose to the grindstone.
Last week, Thom was in a funk, and yesterday I got into a funk; we had a good talk about it, aired some issues, and things are better. Less funky.
This is a photo of the roses I sent to Thom last Friday, inspired by the song “Love is Red” by David Poe.
I’ll drink whiskey from the bottle
I’ll drink sherry or moonshine
But my love is like a rare, red wine:
A sacrament, exquisite, hard to find
The gladiolas in slow motion
Scar of tulips in the snow
But my love is like a red, red rose:
Coveted, expensive, hard to grow …
My love is red
As red as love can be …