Rich dark soil
of the rolling hills
gave birth to ancient vines
Blessed by priests in spring
for a bountiful
Forever at the mercy
of fickle elements
Let us pray for clusters
of plump fruit
For the making of
our fine wine
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Kim for Writing in Northerlies Norfolk is hosting
Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets
Tonight she has asked us to take any meaning, form
or compound of the word rich
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding
Lol! Great minds think alike 🙂
It does sound good! Too early for wine here right now, but later. . .
I would love to taste such wine.
🙂 it sounds good doesn’t it?
That’s one wealth I look forward to each evening.
Lol! Cheers Paul 💕
Rich soil equals fine wine! Well done!!
You’ve captured the rich earthiness of soil and wine in this quadrille, Christine, and painted a lovely landscape too.
Thank you Kim 🙂