Homemade Wine…

The corks conceal the treasure this day,

anticipation of the grape, it’s prized offering flowing freely.

Temptation to unwrap natures present early is a daily fight,

as a child’s desire beneath a sparkling tree.

The preparation by one’s own hands,

of such a bounty, ready to share.

Seeing the bottles stacked high and far,

accepting the dust as a friend.

In time my gift will bring pleasure,

but waiting is a bitch.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: