Naill’s Finest

By late February, the first
Blossoms emerged from pollarded
Dogwoods in Toquerville, Utah.

Now you have to do it again,
Not just for the eyes or by ear,
For the chewiness to the thought

Of the dogwoods in Toquerville
Ahead of redbuds and cherries,
Ahead of the leaves and the heat.

Now you have to do it again.
Toquerville had a winery
In the early days of the Saints

That sold Naill’s Finest to miners,
Filling the coffers of the Church.
The vineyards are ranch houses now,

Not a whole lot to chew on there,
Other than lives lived inside them
That live life and live life again.