Traditions

Senses once burst open
The look, the touch,
the smell, the taste
Twists and turns anticipation
Executing with slowness
the finesse of the action
Bringing it all together
Giving satisfaction

Soaking in the colour
the essence of grape
Cork held and twirled
within fingers
Savouring the aroma

Lifting to the light
pirouetting liquid in the glass
watching fine sediment
gracefully swim

How times have changed
As with many things in life
A screw cap now replaces joy
It just doesn’t feel the same

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