A poem by Nancy Aidé González

Dreaming of Pinot

 

You have earned

a reputation

for your thin

gentle skin,

your temperamental

nature,

your sensitivity

to the desolate

wind,

your preference

for vivacious

sunshine,

and cool

indifferent nights,

you do not tolerate

frost’s talons

on your tendrils.

 

You are demanding,

unyielding,

compelling,

as you rest in

French oak barrels

for months

growing,

changing

aging gracefully.

 

You are all I could have

wanted,

needed,

when I inhale your

seductive perfume

red berries,

plums,

cherries.

 

Your garnet

bewitching

fingers

caress my

crystal glass,

as my tongue

explores your

soft tannins,

your elegant

voluptuous

flavors,

an explosion of

velvet liquid.

 

 

Nancy Aidé González