Crimson Depths Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

In glass depths, a universe unfolds,
Shiraz, dark as night, its story told.
A symphony of purple, garnet, black,
Swirling memories of sun-kissed track.

From Rhône to Barossa, vines stretch wide,
Syrah or Shiraz, names side by side.
Grapes hang heavy, blue-black gems,
Promising flavours from roots to stems.

First sip explodes, a spice bazaar,
Black pepper, clove, transported far.
Dark fruits emerge, plum and blackberry,
With hints of earth and woodland cherry.

Full-bodied, bold, it coats the tongue,
A velvet embrace, pleasures among.
Tannins firm yet smooth caress,
A structure built to impress.

Notes of leather, maybe smoke,
Each vintage unique, a master's stroke.
Some whisper chocolate, mocha, game,
In Shiraz's endless flavour flame.

It pairs with feasts fit for kings,
Grilled meats and savoury things.
Or sipped alone on winter's night,
By fireside glow, a pure delight.

So raise your glass of liquid jewel,
Let Shiraz work its vinous fuel.
In every drop, a story spins,
Of sun and soil, where joy begins.