Wine tour

The white wine swirls

hula dancing in our glass.

Inhale the ripe grapes, musky

scents from French oak barrel.

Take a sip, roll it around your palate. 

Can you taste the rich, full flavor

harvest from the earth ?

We nod, murmuring with 

urbane appreciation. 

 

Until a voice squeaked,

“Can we roast our marshmallows again?”   

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We had a wine tour last weekend along Niagara on the Lake, Canada.  It was a cold windy day but we had fun tasting the wine and of course, roasting our mallows in the open pit fire.    Thanks for the visit ~

Wine

red ambrosia 
you fell on my plate


sweeping away
all lines of restraints  


turning the sun
into dark moon of dust


your ardour
wild pulse on my white palette  


swirling fruit 
dark plum, blackberries and spice 


exploding colors,
heady spell of purple and black  


on my tongue.
the wine tour guide was right 


you made dining 
heady and sensational delight.

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Shared with Jingle Poetry at The Gooseberry Garden


I just came back from wine tasting tour along Niagara On the Lake, Canada.   Definitely worth going back. 


Picture credit: Red Spot II, Wallisy Kandinsky