Of today there grew the sun

Ripe and full to pull the berry buds to vine

Heat of a moment lulled by seductions of cold; germination

Bees to ply their trade, all in preparation for the feast

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Ripening such; thin skin holding such sweet sublime

As Fall should and does come there is the time for the creation of something better; fruits bearing aroma, held aloft in honor, this newly born bottle of wine.

Corked to hold a world where with age comes pleasure

Dust growing a secure coating the wine bides the time

Waiting

Waiting forever if need be, as for to gain title of best, there is more to the flavor, the taste, the actions….

There is the smile of satisfaction of that very special taste from the lips from those able to receive.