A Glass of Dandelions ..

One glass of wine they had never tasted

from a bottle never opened

from a vineyard they had never seen ...

But they knew this wine well ...

had tasted it in their imagination,

had read of it in books by Bradbury ...

Had tasted its sweetness 

through innocent conversations

of music and musings and dreams ...

A glass of springtime

shared between the best of friends,

laughing as the cork is pulled ...

the scent, sweet like corn

mixes with the freshness of rain,

as it flows into the glass.

Unfiltered seed-heads twirl

in the golden liquid ...

little wishes soon to be consumed.

"What will you wish for?"

I answer .. "This moment."

And we share a sip of happiness

as Bradbury begins to read.

-Lynn Hamilton Rutherford 11'

"Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I'm one of them." 

— Ray Bradbury (Dandelion Wine)

My writing challenge for today .... MAG 61 from Magpie Tales!

Thank you everyone for stopping in!  It was in October (fittingly) of last year that I discovered the magic of reading Ray Bradbury.  His works were introduced to me by one of my dearest friends in the world.  I began my adventure with one of his best works, "Dandelion Wine".  To commemorate my new-found adoration of "all things Bradbury", I purchased two bottles of Dandelion Wine ... one for myself and one for the person who inspired it all in the first place.  Although I haven't yet opened my bottle, I often take it down, give it a shake, and peer into it ... tiny whirling parts of the seed-heads float serenely in the wine, like little captured wishes ...