Theresa Ann Moore
Appreciate A Grape - Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Quiet and unassumingly naive
growing in clusters… speechless
Nestled among soft velvet leaves
swelling with superb juicy sweetness
Stripped from your life providing vine
while in your glorious divine prime
to be lazily fermented into wine...
soon to warm hearts and slow time
Your transformation entices my nose
whether you be slightly amber and clear...
Dark ravenous red… or placid as a pale rose
Certainly you are more elegant than beer
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