Wherever you are I know, crickets swarm for richer spring
For the desert that strangles the wing of the eye
Marks the space where in the palm trees shade lions lie
For every drop upon the window pane is an oasis to the soul
Winds map here the glass face bare, dry without your words
Falling like the sound of rain where the rainbow we behold
Out of Muga, out of Mula, Senia, Arga and Ega, Ebro, Aragon, Segura
One sea cannot the universal cycle make to slake our thirst
For even where the fire is, there is still a speck in the core's purse
From the beginning there was dawn splashed the fruits of life
You seeping through the valley bed, waking up the tundra dead
And when I am melted in the wind my stream will join a bigger sea.
Categories:
ebro, dedication, imagination, nature
Form: Sijo
Wine of multi nuanced flavour,
Many coloured & aromas to savour;
Final judgment,always in the taste,
Swirled & swallowed without haste.
Bottles,magnums & jereboam,
Bouquets,hints oflemon & jam;
Chadonnay,Shiraz,Sauvignon
Tempranillo,Merlot jostle in a throng.
Wein,germanic,labelled methodical,
Whitesunsurpassed & gastronomical;
Top of the list,Bernkastel Moselle,
As aperitif or with food,just swell.
A trinity of champagned,sherry& port,
The last from political pressure brought;
Once England's larges wine import,
It remains,Stilton's best escort.
Beaujolais,loved by the ligh-hearted,
Crushed from Gamay fruit so red;
Perfect to quench a lngering thirst,
An annual race to the import, first.
Sparkling,still,filtered or fine,
None can surpass Rioja's reserva wine;
From Ebro at a thousand feet,
Oak aged,ripened after summer heat.
Categories:
ebro, food, places,
Form: Narrative