December Wine

 
 
 
Decant December wine.
Best, saved for festive end
of year.
Held ‘til then in delightful anticipation.
Traveling snow hills on sleigh rides
of old.
Reliving shared thrills over
fine aging spirit.
Days we hold dear
worth so far beyond stagnant gold.
I see starlight pale and strong;
hear distant wind
made of song,
holy choirs singing.
There is no wrong in desire.
Wonders, will of intensity
wild like daring breath
of winter.
Transcendent joy!  Drink in
feeling alive.
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