Wine in the Wilderness

Last night we had a summer storm that lasted about 20 minutes. We quickly drove to the cottage, Chris is fertilize the field and me to finish my glass of wine sitting on the porch to immerse. Lovely. Here is the poem.

Wine in the Wilderness

Wine in the Wilderness

Wine in the wilderness
with the rain approaching
Feeling the pressure drop
the sky snuggle in.
Drops begin to fall on leaves and pond
sending ripples through me
Faster now
More urgent
The land-drink
Sip of wine
Wet and faster
Summer storm
Drops plunging into my glass
My skin drinks
with the fields.
There is calm
in a storm
a kind of awe for rain
Sip of wine
I go still and feel
and breathe
and drink with the sumac
the brief summer glass.

About createthedawn

Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to make our world a positive place. She believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her pen-name is CreatetheDawn. Follow Dawn's work on this blog and in her books to help fill your world with wit, wisdom, and wonder.
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2 Responses to Wine in the Wilderness

  1. jilllong50 says:

    Dawn, we met while enjoying an early morning sunrise aim the small dock of a retreat center. This poem is fabulous! Through your words I can feel the barometric changes as the storm approaches, the splash of raindrops in your wine glass and in skin, the deep drinking in of the fields along with you. Beautiful! – Jill


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