A poem that I read at this evening's "Words & Wine: Poetry and Spoken Word Open Mic Series" at J. Bookwalter Winery in Woodinville, WA.
Ode to the Wine
A blush of dawn, a ruby gleam,
Captured sunlight, for our liquid dream.
From humble vine, with tendrils curled,
A vintage born, embraced by our world.
The grapes are pressed, a gentle squeeze,
Releasing nectar, meant to please.
Fermentation's breath, a whispered sigh,
Transforms the juice beneath the sky.
In oak it sleeps, or stainless steel,
Developing flavors, you can feel.
Aromas rise, a fragrant art,
Of berries dark and earthy heart.
The cork is pulled, with a softest pop,
Anticipation will not stop.
The glass is filled, a swirling grace,
Reflecting light upon its face.
A first soft sip, a taste so fine,
A tapestry of the divine.
From tannins bold to sweetness bright,
A symphony upon the light.
With every drop, a story told,
Of sun-drenched slopes and winters cold.
A moment shared, a quiet ease,
The magic held within the lees.
So now raise a glass, let colors blend,
This ancient gift, a faithful friend.
In every pour, a joy we find,
The timeless pleasure of good wine.
-AMH 3.27.2025
Thanks for reading,
Dr. Alex
