Summer Wine - Poem by Joe Hughes
Cold, dry Summer wine.
Glass raised slowly to lusting lips
As a gentle butterfly light breeze
Bathes my warm being.
Legs raised, then stretched
Onto a perch
Where they mingle organically
With the marshmallow soft cushion.
In this moment there is no disturbance.
I have found my nirvana.
The moments seem like years.
No invading thought.
No need to be elsewhere.
The magazine page is gently turned by the illiterate breeze
As it leaves me refreshed
To perform another summertime task
Before wandering over my garden wall
To a different life.
Here is contentment.
Broken only by birdsong.
Gladness in life.
Personal, private moments.
Glass raised again to lusting lips.
More cold, dry Summer wine
In a life full of no regrets!
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