Whispers

The mulled wine talks
In thousands voices
The silence lies

Past

The warm mulled wine
The taste of a year
For long gone

Play

The warmth of lights
In a market's play
One more mulled wine

Shadows

A whole year's scrapes
Gone like night's shadow
Drown in mulled wine 

Contrast

Life's cold emptiness
Measured in a glass of wine
Evening's tenderness 

Poems

Poems of the rain
Loosing themselves in the dark
One more sip of wine

Jump

Two tea bowls
Made it to big league
Hot mulled wine

Bouquet

The wine that drops
From heart to heart
Soul’s alchemy

Clang

For a new you
An old wineglass cheers
Clinging seconds

Sips

In a glass of wine
Some try to forget
Others remember

Silvery

Night’s silvery clouds
Still felt in mornings long hours
Cold scent of mulled wine

Stories

How many stories
Could a wineglass give away
Only if it could

Expansion

Each sip of wine
Distils one’s space-time
Beyond sublime

Melancholy

Dusted records
Wait on the table
Two wine glasses

Journey

Old bottle wine
Came a long way
To meet my thirst

Cheers!

A glass of wine
Cold on the table
Warm on inside

Quarrel

Philosophizing
Over a glass of old wine
With the wine within

Sunk

The taste of loss
Sinks deep in the wine
Shipwrecked feelings

Spring Dreams

Unexpectedly
Snowflakes swept a morning’s dream
Spring’s warm touch – mulled wine

Contrast

Old wine’s lightness
Puts lead on my feet
Felt timelesness