Oenophilia (Sangiovese)

Every rainfall is new,

satisfiying.

Another nuanced,
glorious invocation-

Old voices

explaining something

etern(epehemer)al.

Birds Do It

"Because you're comely,
shall I to my nature kneel-
yet flowerless;
for would it not
more pleasant be
to blossoms leave
to branch and bee
whilst stealing glances
subtly below your skirt...

at the fragile, sunkissed
sweetness of your knees?"