Effervescent Elixir Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

In flutes of crystal, clear and fine,
Bubbles rise in a golden line.
Champagne, the stars captured in a glass,
A liquid symphony, unsurpassed.

Born in chalk soils of French terrain,
Where patience and passion remain.
Grapes nurtured by sun and gentle rain,
A legacy of flavour to sustain.

The pop of cork, a joyous sound,
Heralds celebration all around.
A misty spray, then gentle pour,
Promises pleasures to explore.

Tiny pearls dance and softly sing,
Of toasts made and memories to bring.
Crisp and bright on eager tongue,
Stories of harvests old and young.

Notes of apple, citrus, and bread,
Whisper of feasts that lie ahead.
Sometimes dry, sometimes sweet,
Each sip makes the heart upbeat.

From Épernay to Reims, tradition flows,
In caves deep where no one goes.
Time ticks by, years pass slow,
As complexity and character grow.

Weddings, New Years, victories won,
Champagne sparkles for everyone.
In moments grand or quiet nights,
It elevates all of life's delights.

So raise a glass of this golden brew,
To dreams fulfilled and skies of blue.
Champagne, more than mere libation,
A bottled joy, cause for elation.