Imma call this one, “drunk poem”...a wine poem... just written...posted shortly thereafter

los vinedos de La Rioja en la nieve

near Cirueña, La Rioja, Spain
8 February 2018

Imma call this one

“drunk poem”

‘cause I’m drunk

off some dark red

blood red

earthy passion

blood red

Rioja from Logroño

and those grapes

the Romans brought those grapes

the Romans brought those grapes from Turkey

so how can you not help

but ferment some blood

some earthy

(a wine word

but the wine

that it signifies

is too bold

and full of dirt

to be captured

by any kind of word)

blood red

some earthy passion

under heat

of the sun

of the south

of Europe

and blown about

down to the roots

under snow and

stress and stress

boils the passion

the blood red

the earthy passion

of two millennia

and those stressed

generations of

grape vines

stumps covered in snow

in winter

and glorious green

and dark purple globes

in earthy abundance

of purple stressed

by summer’s brutal

bestial heat

the earthy passion

of blood red dark

and earthily passionate

two millennia’s worth

of the grape