Wine is Bottled Poetry—Robert Louis Stevenson

April is National Poetry Month. The glorious weather we are experiencing here in NJ would make anyone wax poetic. So, here is my suggestion for this 80-degree day in the north east. This afternoon, head to your local wine shop for something chilled…or if there’s nothing interesting in the store’s fridge (too often the case) grab something off the shelf and pop it in your freezer. Then dust off the deck chair, and dig out one of those old college lit books or any poetry you’ve got around the house. Who resonates with you? Dickenson? Frost? Eliot? Or perhaps something contemporary? Poet laureate Charles Simic?

The power of poetry is that its gifts are hidden in the words. Like a good wine, it doesn’t offer everything at once. But with patience, its depths and layers can be revealed.

So go out this balmy evening, and read a beautiful poem. And sip a beautiful wine. Life doesn’t get much better than that.