Red, red wine

Drinking wine in Napa.

And, oh, how the stemware sparkles,
the vineyards cling to gold and russet
and wisps of fog give way to blue sky.

Who could ask for a better place
to escape a world gone mad and made mad
by thoughtless and careless promises?

We toast more in one day than in one year
and wish and hope and pray for a world
that’s shattering like glass.