It would be a vintage year of consequence;
a time of heartfelt contract.
Promises, beguiling spells;
incantations on anxious breath.
Harvesting in autumns
amidst the falling leaves,
the generosity of spring and summer dreams.
A time to be remembered.
borne on winters penetrating wind;
A willing suspension of grief
my thoughts return
Right the glass that overturned
and fill it back with