The Four Genever seasons

A Sumptuousness in Four Acts:

Autumn:

The Martini - brisk and heavy

Like wet branches or crushed leaves

Lying beneath dry trees -- the way of all life:

Still living, but with sour edge of mortality

Blusterous, yet solemn --

Brooding and dangerous.

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Winter:

Pink Gin - A soft name,

With the harsh bite and bitterness

of a winter evening. Savage cold

like some wrought steel or iron mould,

Bluing with the ice and frost.

But life curls beneath the death,

With spice and warmth cradling

Deep inside.

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Spring:

Tonic with Gin - As fresh and peated

As a young garden, with songs of sprung herbs,

And germination. Grass crushed to green,

Warm rains, warmer airs open flowers,

Wafting anise, coriander to dazzling blue.

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Summer:

Married Gin with Juice - Languid and hazy,

Lush with all the ripeness that the Summer Sun matures.

Colored, dappled deep purples, crimsons, orange and white,

Fresh with life, yet still, silent, torpid,

As a quiet afternoon, in the shaded light,

Drifting in a hammock, stirred only

By a gentle breath of wind.