Life As I Sip My French Viognier
Life as I Sip My French Viognier
With an Indy Blues melody softly playing behind me,
I relax on my outdoor couch, tired legs stretched out,
After a brutal uphill hike earlier this windy day.
A cold glass of french viognier at my lips,
As I sip slowly, listening to the myriad bird calls.
Yes, retirement certainly agrees with me,
As well as my recent move away from the city.
I feel very fortunate to be able to self isolate
Without any effort at all on this beautiful coast.
And I take another sip of my french viognier.
The froth of the waves kiss the shoreline,
As the seagulls float effortlessly above,
Providing me with an aerial entertainment.
I ponder on my life and my dreams for old age
And I take another sip of my french viognier.
Suddenly wings flap into my zen and a streak of black
Flies directly towards me through my patio,
Landing on the railing behind me....a large raven!
I looked at him and he looked sideways at me,
And I take another sip of my french viognier.
I feel a bit discombobulated after this event
And wonder what the meaning of this intrusion is.
Was it a friend from the city flying by for a visit?
Or perhaps the spirit of my long gone parents?
I take another sip of my french viognier.
Thoughts arise of a dear friend from my past
And the memories of a life that once was.
When happiness was all that I knew,
That same happiness that is so distant now.
And I take another sip of my french viognier.
As I relax on my outdoor couch, sadness overcomes me...
Another Indie Blues melody softly plays behind me,
In this serene zen I have created here by the seaside.
I feel I have lost something on this path called life.....
And I take another sip of my french viognier.
Copyright © Ingrid Lehman | Year Posted 2020
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