Summer Wine 2 Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Summer Wine 2



The Last of the Summer Wine

The field of straw is white
in the summer glare,
and ringed by deep green vines
its fruit is still embryonic,
June is too early for them,
not before end of July will they be juice,
red and ready to be turned into wine,
a dark bottle with a fancy label
and it will be
said 2114 was a good year for wine,
before world war three began.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014
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