By: Lucy Lombos
Wine is like a poem...
In winning forms, aren’t they comparable?
Juicy grapes, cathartic thoughts invigorate
Vintage and imagery, sure they give a high.
Wine is like a woman...
Two is a company, don’t they improve with age?
Fermenting in years, the finest wine well-flavoured
Affirmatively by grace, a woman well-favoured.
Most worthy, wine is the blood of Jesus Christ...
Exaltedly, isn’t it changed with bread as His body?
Twain Eucharistic elements transubstantiated
Take the cup, give thanks, and drink from it.
*The photos were taken in Napa Valley, USA
May 4, 2016
Thanks for reading my poem and viewing my photos.:)