Glints of ruby peek
around fanning leaves, push through
coffee, chocolate soil.
Gently, my fingers slide past
the skin, sugar trickles out.
Pontotoc Estate Vineyards |
***
Tracing new grass stalks,
a trail back along the sun’s path:
turned earth, warm perfume.
Drowsing, my eyelids flutter
to the rhythm of cicadas.
***
Burning orange fades, red
deepens from purple to blue:
dusk sky swathed in clouds –
Swollen clouds expand to airy
thinness below sodden ground.
*Inspiration: Pontotoc Vineyards 2012 Estate Tempranillo and a trip to Pontotoc &Mason, TX
I've read this several times, now. This is a titillating, sensual poem.
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