Fine Wine Takes Its Time
Grapes on the vine are heavy with flavor
Fruit fragrance softly blowing through the air
The harvest is near, then we may savor
Picking swollen orbs until vine is bare
From flower to ripened handle with care
Pressing, barreling, and aging takes years
Fine wine takes its time, to that I say, “Cheers!”
Written by: Shani Fassbender
For Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest: Rhyme Royal
Copyright © Shani Fassbender | Year Posted 2011
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