lifting spirits

Chilly nights now
not icy as that clink in the summer glass
not yet - but gone the slim twists
of cucumber and lime. Effervescent
emerald rinds afloat
that lubricous liquid, clear and heavy
a devilish distillation suffused with herbs
and fruit of juniper.

G&Ts are passé as last season
bring on the toddy, honeyed, golden
some sweet, neat molasses shots
aromatic whites in potent purity
or the dark alchemy of Caribbean nights
slipping snug and rumbustious
into our Northern climes 

A palliative poem for Punam’s Poetics prompt: Cheers!