Spring Wine in the Garden
by cricketjeff on March 23, 2020. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
There were daffodils and tulips, and the blossom’s coral pink
Underneath ten thousand glow worms swimming through a tray of ink.
Though the breeze was almost gentle it cut sharper than a knife
But it knew it wasn’t welcome in this interval in life.
She was sitting by the table resting gently on his chest,
He was happily daydreaming of an evening sweetly blessed
And although they thought of talking not a spoken word was said
But each heard the others meanings clear as day inside their head.
They were not the first such couple and they wouldn’t be the last
For this place of magic meetings holds the future and the past.
Many hours flew by in minutes whilst he kissed her, once or twice
So she turned her head to face him and her eyes gave him advice.
Far above the Moon was smiling, left alone she held the line
And with no-one there to drink it she still poured her best white wine.
Author notes
I wrote “The_Moon_Pours_White_Wine” a long time ago inspired by a Haiku by
Dalaney, you can see it in the notes to that poem. This was followed by “After
The_Wine”, In turn I added another sequel and a prequel you can find them all
together as Four Glasses of Wine .
Four poems should be enough for anyone but the style and the them still haunt
me so from time to time I write others that really belong in this series Vin
Nouveau is one such, this is another, there are quite a few more I really
should put them all in a list, but to do that I’d have to find them!
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