Wine
I know
It's no easy joy,
No frivolous pastime,
Unyielding to press
The thick clusters of grapes.
Wine is silent
And, smoke like, the years
Lie dormant in a dark cellar,
Until the ardent berries juice
Flares
Like gold embers.
Wine merchants are so talkative,
It makes your head whirl.
But, I, a patient writer,
Nurture words, like music.
I have learned to assemble and keep watch over
Their sounds in the cellar.
The longer the silence,
The more wonderful the speech.
~Nikolai Ushakov
HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO EVERYONE
We will have wine (my ma's finest)this year.
I will raise my glass to those in our hearts
and to those we choose to share with : "God give you health"
---Merry Christmas to all
(and a small second one to Nancy-- you remembered.) |
