A VINE IN WINTER

A VINE IN WINTER Cut back and trimmed to grow back in Spring But soon there will be all those signs of growth Rows of vines up the hillside that started thinner Next year’s grape harvest may even be a winner I planted them all by hand, a tribute to us both And when it comes the time to pick, you’ll sing Then, at least that voice I will surely remember We were both working and growing ever closer Each in our own way, happy that we had begun Working the grapevines in the late morning sun She became much more to me than an amorosa Sharing this Pacific vista, here, in Baja California For me, this startup vineyard was my inheritance For her, it was a first real job after leaving school Yet now as winter ends, I find myself alone again This weather is uncertain, with just a hint of rain But at least the grapes do enjoy the morning cool And soon, a bountiful new crop as a deliverance As a business, we look forward to be doing well We were complimented in recent articles online That she left for another opportunity is a waste Our first kiss was a hint of that sweet rose taste How I feel for her is as the last grape on the vine My private name for her will always be Zinfandel