The Vintners Soul.

Strolling of my time in the old orchards rows Amidst the falling satin whiteness of blossoms A thousand eyes open…if only for a moment Longing for a life on Tuscany’s vineyard steppes Here the vine grows absorbing the lands essence Ensnaring the heart of those who suffer and toil Crying for the candor of the evening winds Freedom of the honeyed lavender wafting heavily Lost beneath the tight gripping rows of vine Tucking away within a chimerical paradise Flavored of velvet lilac hinting of warmed lace Moments tingling in the splashes of days gone by It’s first releasing untainted supple perfection Slowing down the world…if only for a moment Enriched with native song and vanilla allusions Pureness of waters touch with the Italian spirit Relishing the warming of spirit upon the pallet The essence…the vintner…vineyard…sweet wine