Wine

Another new poem for your entertainment....







Springtime Saturday Afternoon in Walla Walla


Saturday afternoon
The sunshine calls, beckons us outside
Sunshine, warmth of which we have not seen nor felt for months
The intoxicating smells of the flower gardens and budding vineyards
Happiness found in the discovery of the new foal running on wobbly legs
The new birth of spring is upon us

We park near the edge of town, giddy as the foal just moments ago
Wine, Walla Walla Wine beckons to us
Whitman Cellars, first stop of the day
A glass of the smooth, full bodied "Narcissa", then a sip of wild and fun "Killer Cab"
"We will take a bottle of each"

We laugh and joke our way to Canoe Ridge
For a taste of the seductive nectar in a bottle
Ever famous "Reserve Merlot", a tantalizing sensation on our palate
The crisp, fruity taste of Chardonnay sends us on our way, evermore
Joyful and ahh....just a bit giddy from the day already

Just across the parking lot -- Amavi – the name means love and life
Something we ARE certain of today
Syrah, the deep smooth taste, the depth, the sensuous feel we get as we linger over the glass
Two bottles, "ok but the bag is getting heavy" as we saunter down the road
The Walla Walla Foundry is just ahead

Foundry Cellars, wine and art, one naturally goes with the other
Cabernet Sauvignon, a refreshingly, different take on this romantic varietal
Not as dark and deep as ones we've experienced today
But light and almost bright on our tongues
Another bottle added to our ever growing collection

We sit for a while at the Foundry, enjoying some cheese and crackers
Thoughtfully packed this morning, Living La Vida Loca, this is the life
The wine, the sunshine, and life are all beginning to make us spin
One more stop before the day is over

Bergevin Lane Vineyards,
The girls laugh as we lightly stumble in to the tasting room.
A taste of the playful "Calico Red"; as playful and as naughty as we are today.
We end our excursion with as glass of "Intuition", wine that is as full and robust as our day has been.
Two more bottles for the collection, time to sing and dance our way back to the car.

In the car, we giddily drive home, the sun is setting, and the smells of the vineyards linger on the dusk. The wobbly foal, a bit stronger that earlier, nuzzles his mother, dinner time has arrived, we realize the wine has left our bodies in need of food.

Ah, who wants to cook, let's see what's happening on a Saturday evening in Walla Walla.

A new Poem

It just all makes me wonder whats happening to our world. Is Faith Real???


The Greatest is Love

Darkness and despair surround our daily lives.
Wars and fighting, hope seems lost.
Faith and hope,
Values our world seems to have misplaced.
I cry as I see dying children, floods that have washed away all hope.
Faith, hope and Love,
Do they still exist?

I was once told that Faith, Hope, and Love are the
three greatest virtues to be had.
Of these three,
Love is the greatest.

Through your love,
I have found the Faith within me I thought was
once lost.
With Faith,
I begin to believe in the hope of our future.
With the Hope of what our future holds for us,
I have allowed myself to Love.

You have shown me that without Love,
there can be no faith.
Without Faith,
there can be no Hope.
Without hope,
there is no reason to love.

Children with wide wondering eyes,
The aftermath of destruction surrounds them. Yet in their eyes I see,
Faith, Hope, and Love
And the greatest is Love.

Vacation

This year we were supposed to go whitewater rafting with our "friends". You know, I think we are just there to make them feel better about themselves. You know, SUPERIOR to us. So we called in sick...actually I really did have some sort of allergic reaction and had hives all over my back, but we probably could have toughed it out. I just really didn't want to deal with people that day though. So I hope they had fun, even though we were not there for their amusement this year.
California was fun. Got to see my brother Ron and his wife, we went wine tasting, to the ocean, and then went to Lake Tahoe with my mom and Aunt. Man..those two can be crotchety old women at times...Karen and I are going back to Tahoe alone sometime maybe this fall or winter.

Here is the first of (Hopefully) many poems. Some may be very good, some may just plain stink, let me know what you think.

The Entourage

Friends or Enemies?
Constantly there,
Whether awake,
or whether asleep.

Night and day
They are there.
Talking, singing, dancing,
Coercing, tempting, loving, lying.

When I am alone, they are with me.
Comforting or taunting.

When I am afraid, they are with me.
One torments me, telling me to “jump."
Another voice speaks so softly to me.
Yet there is coldness in the soothing sound
That emerges within my mind.

I fight for each breath,
Reaching and waiting for my entourage to pull me out,
out of the depths of this hell within my mind.

Voices in my head,
characters of my own mind?
Fact or fiction?
Truth or lies?

The Entourage,
Characters of my mind,
The invisible force within my self.
I...Am Not Alone!

Till next time.....