LIBATIONS IN SCARLET
Written for Whyte Horse Winery
Surrendered to the rich tilled earth
Thirst quenched by God’s rain
Tiny though my little hulled soul
This seed will make a name
Spring, bud, flower and bloom
My fruit is bared for you
And in my very being you’ll find
Desire within the womb
Harsh it seems to temper this
My tender hearted breast
But, oh how you make me sing
Alas the final press
My blood’s finale all and all
To thee my seasons pare
In this the final stand I rest
Scarlet libation’s heir
