Chardonnay

 

My glass of Chardonnay, radiating
a saddened glow from the overhead
kitchen light next to the smoking
candle that gave up hope
moments ago.

Cool and icy, golden but dulled
only to be framed by the beauty
that only crystal can bestow
holding its truth, aged wisdom
and mystery.

The clock ticks a slow chant while
your favorite dress with the
soft and simple flowers gains
wrinkles from being pressed
with time.

Waiting for you on this evening
full of hopes for the year and
lets downs of the moment
is like waiting for a fine wine
to age.

 

Reviews

Wonderfully written.

I like the form, rhythm, and imparted message.

This is a very good read.