Nectar of Divinity
a poem
by Anne G
The grapes were plump
the vineyards ripe
long summer days
a Harvest Moon
The days grew cool
the moon waxed full
a time to pick
a Hunter’s Moon
Grayish pink
purple green
red and black then came
the crush
Ambrosia flowed
from cups of gold
autumnal gift
divinity
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JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write? I write because I am: Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live. Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference. My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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