Day And Night in the Hot South     A strange scent, like vanilla transports us to an exotic land where birds of paradise warble and the whippoorwill sings a lonely song.     In the muscadine wine dusk, we two souls sit...

Wine Bearer of the Caravanserai Her eyes peer like mirror poolsIn the garden of the Taj MahalWhere the light of her soul shimmersIn reflections of the stars in the skyOn the forever bend of the moonbeam Silk RoadLeading like a...