The Shiraz Tree


A wind blows cold kisses

all over the place

fools littered leaves

swinging with sun

the wine dark tree

leaves that plum maroon

are over-hung ultra-violet

sweet leather with a hint of oak

dark cherry deepening to finish

in the sky

where tastebuds are lost

against the wind’s

own dry tongue-kiss

branching up beyond

the senses rolling up these

solid expectations for

the tinge of green

into the velvet sweet and heady.





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