Destiny Is a Red

Light filters through a crystal glass of red

Wine smoky and pure merlot

shines a color down to your very soul.

Heart red sounds a pure note

like a Flugel horn from a deep canyon

quiet, then suddenly full of chesty call.

In these passing storms of love,

one minute drenched, the next thundering dry,

A note echoes—in white porticoes

whose columns frame winsome gestures

of tender touch enfolding a young face

in time’s winnowing hand-held by some design.

In these corridors, where destiny walks naked

for all to see, hang ornate tapestries of time

scriven on by human multitudes unguided

save for some design because destiny dances

to a far off horn, blushing the color of dawn’s

light through a crystal glass of red.

-by Monte Rosen

Monte Rosen is the assistant facilities manager at the Center for the Arts. His poetry has been published in Birdcage Review, Dakota Home Journal, and other publications. He lives in Victor, Idaho.