When Zinfandel heavens part between rains,
we lift a glass of Cabernet at dusk
towards their fleeting magnificence
before the storm, beyond our reach
or responsibility, helpless but to bask
in the fading light of certain truth.
When Zinfandel heavens part between rains,
we lift a glass of Cabernet at dusk
towards their fleeting magnificence
before the storm, beyond our reach
or responsibility, helpless but to bask
in the fading light of certain truth.