A beautiful ride off into the sunset, and your horse
passes through a blooming cherry orchard bordered by cedars;
your leather saddle was rubbed with high-quality tobacco yesterday.
It's a big herbal cherry sun that is setting, and you can taste it,
with a sprinkling of spices, and the satiny union of the tannins are upon you,
so subtle that you wish for more at first; you must be patient as the velvet embrace deepens, insinuating itself deep within you in a silky smooth process, until a final slow-motion fillip of astringency touches the front of your mouth.
The cork was wet and crumbly almost to the top.
Definitely time to drink this wine; wish I had more.
A great wine to drink in solitary contemplation, or quietly, with friends.
*Robert Mondavi - Rest In Peace, man, you died in 2008 at age 94, and you always believed in making great wine.
Tasting Note written in April, 2015.
Categories:
astringency, history, love, wine,
Form: Free verse
First breath, deep
Stomach rises to the throat
Exhale, go
Down the beaten trail
Focused energy manifests
Deep in the mind’s core
Iron chains, make strides fail
Mile one, mile two, mile three
Bloody, bitter drips
Ridges on the lip
A reminder to inhale
Forest capillaries
Whip, wind, and intertwine
Eventually reaching all vesicles
Travel the path of highest energy
See not the mountainous hills
But the horizon above
Follow its beauty to knowing
Legs, arms, head, create synergy
Shackles of time weigh
On the collar of the shirt, sweat drips
Each filled with screams of pain
Falling, causing astringency
If not now, then when
Cast off the casted shackles
Your time is now.
Categories:
astringency, freedom, growth, inspirational,
Form: Carpe Diem