New Wine

I chased down the days of my youth hot on the heels, became a sleuth then suddenly plucked off the vine savor me like glass of new wine I still have many fields to sow hands to hold, and pain to let go desperately cling to a sign savor me like glass of new wine I’ve tasted bitter sweet and tart and had sour grapes before I’d start now it is with wisdom I dine savor me like glass of new wine I might lose my way, crash and burn waste another day, rash but learn remind myself it will be fine savor me like glass of new wine So, this is my first Kyrielle and I'm not that proud of it. I realize fine wine might sound better, but it wouldn't really convey what I meant. Inspired by a conversation about wine age and maturity. Hope you enjoy.