An old wine barrel

will become a new planter

for my dwarf plum tree.

Last day of the month—

the bread and wine of scripture

still sustain my soul.

Third week in Advent—

a guy who looks like Jesus

shares his wine with me.

After

after the party

a white linen tablecloth

dappled with red wine

Blossom

one or the other—

chrysanthemum blossom wine

or marigold tea

under the pine trees

a weathered picnic table

spread with cheese and wine

dragonfly sipping

my new chrysanthemum wine

twilight tête-à-tête

her dead husband’s name

no comfort to the widow—

one more glass of wine

pilgrim at the feast

sipping wine and nibbling bread

her ascetic song

bread and wine and dreams

sustenance for the journey

blackbird knows the way