Contrasts
by cricketjeff on December 20, 2007. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
The weather is cold, the sky so grey
December clouds stand in the way
Tucked in the sitting room, everything’s fine
A glass of summer wine
Grapes from the garden, harvested crushed
To a friend with the talent the whole lot we rushed
And now he’s returned it, and told me it’s mine
A crate of summer wine
Sitting in winter, and feeling divine
While sunlight, and flowers, flow out from my wine
English