Ice Wine — a sonnet for Beverly on Valentine's Day Feb 14/02

I thought it wouldn't be an easy go
To realign ourselves three decades late
With habits hardened to resist the flow
Of others we'd no more accommodate.
It seems unseemly these our "golden years"
To spend in happy self-indulgency,
Whatever debt we claim as our arrears,
Whatever prospects we can yet foresee.
So much for conscience, generation past.
So much for posture and propriety.
Come tap our vintage cask - the best at last -
Drink passion deep. Enjoy immoderately
This harvest hoarded through the years of strife,
This frost-formed sweetness from the vines of life. 

Out of print in hard copy
but available as a downloadable PDF