THE PHILOSOPHER’S GRAPE
Dark and red
Clear and bright
A kiss of mystery
A touch of sun and night
Fruit, treasures
Taste, revelation
Old, new
Enriched memory
Touched by morning dew
Full of metaphor
And lessons found
In ripening, vine, and ground
Time found to taste
Power taken back from haste
Intimate moments
Savoured and shared
Delicate and balanced
Dangerously impaired
Fruit and vine
Friends of mine
Wine








