And we shall dance this summer
when the warm winds finally arrive
on nights when mischief takes a walk
and only the reckless survive.
And we will drink this summer
deep of the grape’s sweetest draught;
the rain, the terroir and sunshine,
nature’s alchemy and maker’s craft.
And we shall sing this summer,
in duets of treble and bass,
score written on hearts, not staves
in harmonies of bronze and lace.