My daughter and her sister-in-law (WW 2008)
The pond at Oakencroft
(photo by Kathryn)
Wine Weekend, the celebration of your love,
Reflects a time of happiness,
Bright and shining
As the sun on the mountains
And the gilded leaves of fall.
The twining vines,
No longer burdened by their fruit
Caper and dance in the wind.
The bounty has long been harvested and
Given up its spirit to honey-colored nectar
And crimson ambrosia.
We trek the mountain tops
Tasting and searching
for our treasures to take home.
Vintners speak of aroma, notes, and finish.
But we take in the beauty around us,
Delight in shared laughter
And somewhat irreverently swill
The wine in happy draughts.
This is our tradition,
Each year’s memories,
Our anniversary celebration of
Each passing year
At wine weekend.