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
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
Faster
More urgent
The land-drink
Sip of wine
Wet and faster
Summer storm
Drops plunging into my glass
Faster
Louder,
Steady
Moist
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.
CreatetheDawn 
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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Jill, thank you for the lovely note and connecting. Feedback keeps me writing and sharing. -Dawn
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