Anthocyanin Angel,
silky soak of sanity,
the beveled glass
levels me; it steadies
after each cerise sip.
A blissful brook,
a pencil’s tip,
a chambré stream,
wine sharpens me,
smooths worry’s wrinkles,
decants the divine,
rewinds the loop-de-loops
of tangled vine inside my mind.
“Red Shoes and Red Wine” Sally Ruddy
Linda invited us this evening to write a dVerse’ Quadrille about one of my favorite topics, wine. So, how could I resist? Join us.





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