Who has cometh to wine and dine
upon thy simple words?
And would you care to cometh back
for seconds, even thirds?
Luscious grapes, fruit of thy vine,
perfecting on thy twine.
Stay and linger on thy lips,
sweet poetry and wine.
I knew thee well once long ago,
our words danced 'neath the moon.
I gave to thee, thy dewy heart,
that bloomed in early June.
Luscious grapes, fruit of thy vine,
perfecting on thy twine.
Stay and linger in thy mind,
sweet poetry and wine.
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Poet’s Cellar
Vine ripened words aged so divine
bottled and given as summer wine.
Stowed in the cellars of the heart.
Pinot Noir, Merlot sweet and tart.
Chardonnay gives words a sway
as she pours rhymes like a ballet!
Mendocino and old vine Carignane
gives depth of character to her fame.
Squeezed from such golden vines
lends to taste that more than defines
its ample passion between the lines.
Hi Vivian~ You have beautiful photography and blog! There is something about wine making one reminesce and also enjoying a treasured moment in the present..Thanks for the follow, it is so appreciated! Best regards, Linda
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