Wedding Sonnet. Sonnet 4
Today is clear
white wine ,a light spatlese
Slightly sweet on the tongue, cool on the lips.
Fine dress , bright flowers , a ring , these a
Bubbling of images , time slips, sips
The heady hours. And so we lay down
Our promises, in steady words, each to each
Pours out a loving cup and drinks the sound
Our young steps tread out the fruits of love so sweet,
Beware the bitter grapes the seasons bring,
Of wrath, of pain, of birth and death,
The slow seasoning to winter of this spring
Bacchus, I fear, to all our prayers is deaf ,
Drink deep, sleep and forget, No love, we may yet declare
A vintage, a ruby red, matured, a love beyond compare.